12-01-2010, 05:40 PM
[html] sorry for the wait James. Was on unofficial hiatus and then had to catch up with Nayruuuu.
Pripyat watched as Addison took a turn at the game. The results were very different, and Pripyat had to admit, much less exciting with the newer optime version. It seemed all Addison really had to do was reach up and close her fist to catch up the falling leaf. Perhaps it was her size, or age, but she seemed not nearly as engaged in the game as he had been and when she asked if her way was okay Pripyat was thoroughly torn. On one hand he didn’t think that there really was any one wrong way to play, and there was no reason to be rude and tell Addison she was doing it wrong. Yet without the leaping and snapping of teeth something seemed to be missing. Thankfully the tawny girl gave him reason to ignore the first question as she voiced another, and he hoped that with his silence she would just assume whatever response she wished for most.
"Oh, they taste horrendous. Like grass." And yet he spoke with a big grin on his face. And in his answer Pripyat had inadvertently admitted to sampling grass. The boy did not expand on how, observing the horses and cows, he had been intrigued by the greens, but it was sufficient to say wolves were meant to be carnivores. Still this did not keep him from playing the leaf catching game (or from tasting certain plants that seemed to strike his fancy). The leaf game was worth the horrid taste of chlorophyll, and he was excited to hear Addison knew of a certain tree where the game could be perhaps more exciting.
"Oh! Where is it? Will you take me there?"
Pripyat watched as Addison took a turn at the game. The results were very different, and Pripyat had to admit, much less exciting with the newer optime version. It seemed all Addison really had to do was reach up and close her fist to catch up the falling leaf. Perhaps it was her size, or age, but she seemed not nearly as engaged in the game as he had been and when she asked if her way was okay Pripyat was thoroughly torn. On one hand he didn’t think that there really was any one wrong way to play, and there was no reason to be rude and tell Addison she was doing it wrong. Yet without the leaping and snapping of teeth something seemed to be missing. Thankfully the tawny girl gave him reason to ignore the first question as she voiced another, and he hoped that with his silence she would just assume whatever response she wished for most.
"Oh, they taste horrendous. Like grass." And yet he spoke with a big grin on his face. And in his answer Pripyat had inadvertently admitted to sampling grass. The boy did not expand on how, observing the horses and cows, he had been intrigued by the greens, but it was sufficient to say wolves were meant to be carnivores. Still this did not keep him from playing the leaf catching game (or from tasting certain plants that seemed to strike his fancy). The leaf game was worth the horrid taste of chlorophyll, and he was excited to hear Addison knew of a certain tree where the game could be perhaps more exciting.
"Oh! Where is it? Will you take me there?"