your love is anemic
02-21-2015, 04:46 PM
Lior would blink. The girl who turned towards her was certainly young, but she acted more like a staggering goof than a sweet little innocent child. Lior would gasp as the child fell over, though she didn’t seem bothered by the fall at all! The gray girl would have her question overlooked, not surprising since it was a child she was speaking too, and instead the little purple thing would greet her, asking whom she was once she managed to get back up on wobbly legs. Goodness, really, where was this child’s parents?
The young femme would give a soft sigh. The child knew nothing of stranger danger, did she? Oh boy... Lior would frown deeply, trying to decide on how to proceed with things. “My name is Lior.” The female would glance out into the plains, seeing no others. That was then she looked back to the small girl. “...and what is yours?” "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.' |
| Table by:: Tealah |