Like Shattered Glass
04-03-2013, 12:39 AM
Prospero. What a unique name. She couldn't help but wonder if it had a specific meaning as hers did. Such thoughts were cut short when he asked her if she was lost with one simple croak of his broken tone. Ah, she'd been caught. Though sitting off to the side in such an open place, looking every bit the helpless maiden, probably gave her away. She could feel her face heating up under her ghostly pelt while blue eyes blinked in suppressing embarrassment. "Oh, um... Heh, yes. Very much so." she confessed while scuffing a forepaw against the dirt; a nervouc habit she'd developed at a young age. "Um... You wouldn't happen to know which direction is north, would you?" she finally asked with an apologetic smile. How childish of her to not only be realized for what she was- truly and hopelessly lost- but have to ask directions in the same moment? Her impression on the brute was ruined, surely. |