Rebuilding
04-16-2015, 03:53 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
The cat let the silence be and Callisto hoped it would stay as her lazy paws dragged her well within the shade offered by the young trees. She might still have had a look of utter disinterest on her face but the dark nose at the end of her muzzle twitched occasionally, a subtle indicator that she was still making her own quiet inspection of the territory as she walked. The last time she had been in this area, she was sure it was before the trees had sprouted, and she had no idea what plants might have started to bud around them. She tried to sort through the scents of green, seeking something of significance.
What she found - or rather what found her - was not at all what she had been anticipating to find. She heard the woman's voice, and only because she was really too hot in this weather to care did she not jump. Dulled senses had her ears turning after she had already turned to look at the wolf, her sluggish steps ceasing, and just a little her gazed focused more fixedly when something akin to recognition stirred in her. There was something familiar about the black and tan coloration, the gentle manner the other addressed her with. A lot had happened in recent years to keep those old memories at bay, and for a while Callisto could not place her though she felt strongly that she had seen this wolf before. Her little cat stopped beside her feet to glance upward at her face with a similar disinterested mask as the one Calli had been wearing during their walk, and glanced at the strange wolf a mildly puzzled tilt of her head though otherwise said nothing.
It did indeed take the mention of lavender for everything to settle into place, and she knew now that her gut feeling had been right. They had met before, once, when she had been out hunting some plant and this girl hunting another. It had been Callisto's first introduction to the lavender plant, and she had quickly begun scooping it up along with the few other herbs that she knew about at the time. "I remember that," she stated with a thoughtful nod, "We were both out looking for herbs and you told me about the lavender you were collecting." Naturally the lesson had stuck, even if anything this wolf had said about herself had not. "I don't remember your name," she added, casting one quick glance downward as she spotted the cat move to sit and observe and hoping that she would not be a nuisance. She added, just in case it was necessary, "Mine's Callisto."
The cat let the silence be and Callisto hoped it would stay as her lazy paws dragged her well within the shade offered by the young trees. She might still have had a look of utter disinterest on her face but the dark nose at the end of her muzzle twitched occasionally, a subtle indicator that she was still making her own quiet inspection of the territory as she walked. The last time she had been in this area, she was sure it was before the trees had sprouted, and she had no idea what plants might have started to bud around them. She tried to sort through the scents of green, seeking something of significance.
What she found - or rather what found her - was not at all what she had been anticipating to find. She heard the woman's voice, and only because she was really too hot in this weather to care did she not jump. Dulled senses had her ears turning after she had already turned to look at the wolf, her sluggish steps ceasing, and just a little her gazed focused more fixedly when something akin to recognition stirred in her. There was something familiar about the black and tan coloration, the gentle manner the other addressed her with. A lot had happened in recent years to keep those old memories at bay, and for a while Callisto could not place her though she felt strongly that she had seen this wolf before. Her little cat stopped beside her feet to glance upward at her face with a similar disinterested mask as the one Calli had been wearing during their walk, and glanced at the strange wolf a mildly puzzled tilt of her head though otherwise said nothing.
It did indeed take the mention of lavender for everything to settle into place, and she knew now that her gut feeling had been right. They had met before, once, when she had been out hunting some plant and this girl hunting another. It had been Callisto's first introduction to the lavender plant, and she had quickly begun scooping it up along with the few other herbs that she knew about at the time. "I remember that," she stated with a thoughtful nod, "We were both out looking for herbs and you told me about the lavender you were collecting." Naturally the lesson had stuck, even if anything this wolf had said about herself had not. "I don't remember your name," she added, casting one quick glance downward as she spotted the cat move to sit and observe and hoping that she would not be a nuisance. She added, just in case it was necessary, "Mine's Callisto."
