Just Havin' Fun, Don't Care Who Sees
02-22-2015, 09:31 AM
Mithras looked up from his meal with a better spirit than he'd borne so far in his journey. Had a voice interrupted him a day earlier perhaps he would have been a bit miffed, but now he was well fed, and that made a world of difference. The woman spoke this culture's broken language, and when he first laid eyes on her he believed she was yet another blandpelt. But then he saw the vaguest hint of purple in her coat, a bit or iridescence. The boy's brows lifted. Still, she was nothing like Caia and if she were from his homeland she would have spoken his language. "Hello. You are doing well this day?" he asked, words disjointed, feeling like boulders tumbling from his lips. Where was the flow, the elegance. He only wished that Caia were there, so that this weight might be lifted from his shoulders. In another life he might have sashayed himself to this woman's side and charmed the hell out of her, make her laugh or cry or something just to prove that he could. But just then he did not have the willpower to do anything but eat and sleep and search. "Talk" "You" Think |
