This Damn Sand.
09-22-2014, 10:23 PM
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Walk | Talk | Think The white wolf's answer was almost comical, and had Rune been anymore inclined toward it he would have laughed. For the scenery. He was very near to shaking his head at the frivolity of the statement but stopped at the last second, recalling times himself when the look of a place had held more appeal than did anything else about it. In particular, he could remember standing at the Delta with his mother, watching the water and listening to her speak, finding a pleasantness in the location simply because of the memories associated with it. "Scenery comes with a price," he responded gruffly, trying to draw himself back from his distant thoughts. It was going to do him no good if he suddenly found himself in a different time and place mentally. He needed to stay in the here and now. He should have expected the question to be turned back around on him, but it still caught him unawares, his mind blanking for a second as he tried to figure out just that. "My pack - Secretua - is new. I've been trying to recruit for it. Figured I'd stop by the beach since it's closest," he answered, keeping his statements simple and to the point. No lies, he did not try to hide his intentions in being out this way, though he had already written her off as a lost cause. And after seeing her find such difficulty in simply navigating the beach he was beginning to wonder if it had not been luck after all. How did she manage to do any hard work if she was so caught up in her appearance? "If you travel further up the beach and get out of the sand, you should find a stream or something of fresh water. You can clean up there," he offered, attempting for once to be helpful to a stranger. Not that it was going to get him anything, but her whole predicament was just so odd that it seemed to set him out of sorts as well. |
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