Falling Is Living
08-31-2014, 05:47 PM
The fae's response drew a laugh from the young medic. To Warja, there was nothing odd about climbing the tree. She wanted an apple and, not being tall enough to simply pull one down, had done what was necessary to get what she wanted. Still, she understood that her methods were sometimes unconventional and others weren't as open to that way of thinking. Her offer of an apple was accepted and Warja immediately went about finding a suitable target. While being careful not to create too much movement she twisted her head around, eyeballing the surrounding fruit. When a good one was spotted, the yearling tentatively stretched out her neck to gently grasp the apple and pull it towards her. Holding it in her jaws, she eyed the ground near the stranger before tossing it. Her aim was careful and true, depositing the fruit with a few short bounces at the elderly fae's side. "Where are you from dear?" Warja regarded her for a moment before replying. "Secretua, it's a new pack not far from here." She knew her father wasn't too keen on strangers knowing their location, but the yearling didn't think the earthbound lady was a criminal mastermind or anything, so she didn't think anything of sharing that information with her. "My name is Warja, by the way." Speaking - -Thinking |
