misadventures
The confusion of the fae was evident, complete lack of understanding as to what had been said in her own tongue. She asked something in the common tongue, though the question did make sense to the celestial femme, she did not answer. However, she did offer an answer to the giants own queries. It was hard to understand, eloquent words used rather than blunt tongue, which would have made understanding it so much easier for the cosmic behemoth. After a few moments of trying to puzzle out the meaning of what the stranger had said, she found herself irritated. A shit tonne of talking for such a simple answer. A useless answer, not helpful in the least. A low growl of irritation would escape her jaws, tail tip flicking to and fro. Where could her brother possibly be? He was huge, if this female was anything to go by, obviously it would take a whole lot of idiocy for anyone to miss him somewhere along the line. An offhanded comment distracted the goliath from her internal monologue, and she glanced back to where the useless woman was still standing. Aisling. A name, most likely. An interesting one, but nothing she would have thought of on her own, nor would anyone else she knew. Foreign, surely. A grunt of acknowledgement and brutish greeting was offered, and a distracted dip of her head. There had to be more wolves in the area, right? She could keep on asking around, and maybe someone would have seen her brother. He must have washed up on the shore here, there was no way he could have been knocked so far off course. Finally, her train of thought was derailed by the futility of her situation. She was completely and utterly fucked. A short sigh escaped parted lips, attention falling once more upon the other wolfess. "Caia is me." She told the russet female finally, vocals harsh and painfully foreign. Damn it all, why did she have to end up here, where no one spoke her language? It was completely unfair.
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