your love is anemic
01-20-2015, 10:14 PM
Wandering away from home again, growing a bit bolder, Lior had set off. The young girl had her ears twitching, her faded blue gaze sharp as she sought out any figure to interact with. She had yet to bring up to Anais or her brothers her desire that they should probably leave the Fjord. It seemed... Anais was already making her own way. Lior felt like a bird, testing her wings, though she was hesitant to fly far from home yet. Not too far anyway. She would breathe in, searching for the beasts that might lurk her in the plain with each squealshing step she took.
Honestly, it was a wonder she didn't see the girl when she was first walking. As she got closer, however, the sound of grating or something met her ears. Lior would look around, her gaze falling upon a small creature. It. Was. Purple. Fascinated by the usual coat color, and how pretty it was, Lior would come closer. The more alarming part was the fact that the child was all alone. Lior would tilt her head to the side, a soft whine leaving her.
"Where's your mother, little one?" |
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