06-24-2008, 01:27 PM
A young voice caught her attention, and she stopped, starlted. What was a pup doing here? And moreso, where was his mother? Evidentally he didn't know either. The dark woman began moving towards him, her skirt held above the minor debris that laid here and there. She let it go, moving closer to the boy, her talisman glittering in the sunlight. Her bi-colored eyes watching him curiously as she stopped, waiting for him to decidewhether she was friend or foe.
Hallo there, little laddie. her voice was soft, the Irish accent tinging every syllable with warmth. An who might ye be? Myself is Nella. She knelt down to be more at his level.
Hallo there, little laddie. her voice was soft, the Irish accent tinging every syllable with warmth. An who might ye be? Myself is Nella. She knelt down to be more at his level.