07-15-2009, 02:08 PM
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He was there, and rather than the tiny dot she had seen moments before traveling amongst the hills he was life sized and smiling. Smiling. It was a good sign. His voice was louder than she had expected, but it was cheery and her tail waved slowly behind her. “Hello.” Her own voice was soft, mellow, but kind. Almost timid but not quite. It was hard to be boisterous and lively, as Sankor and Alexey could be, but she tried. Trying had to count for something. Adelaida did not notice the butterfly as it floated away from the pair, her eyes were glued to the wolf, taking him in as subtly as she could. His eyes were honey colored and warm, like Alexey’s and this brought comfort to Adelaida. Meeting strangers still required a bit of caution, but Adelaida was finding it easier to place that aside. If something bad was going to happen, she couldn’t stop it, but she could try to keep interactions friendly and smooth.
Slowly her bright eyes moved up to the creature perched betwixt the male’s ears. Adelaida had no way of knowing it wasn’t flesh and blood but rather one of the spirit guides of the strange tribe that had moved in months ago. Instead she associated the creature with Pickles, her’s and Alexey’s own companion. The small rodent hadn’t been following her as much, nor had it been sticking to Alexey, but rather staying in Adelaida’s home in Dahlia de Mai. Though she often missed the little chinchilla she found she didn’t need him nearly as much now as she had when Alexey wouldn’t speak to her. Watching the bird, she found words coming from her mouth before she had a chance to think them over, realizing how childish and silly they sounded only as they reached her own ears. “I have a chinchilla at home.”
He was there, and rather than the tiny dot she had seen moments before traveling amongst the hills he was life sized and smiling. Smiling. It was a good sign. His voice was louder than she had expected, but it was cheery and her tail waved slowly behind her. “Hello.” Her own voice was soft, mellow, but kind. Almost timid but not quite. It was hard to be boisterous and lively, as Sankor and Alexey could be, but she tried. Trying had to count for something. Adelaida did not notice the butterfly as it floated away from the pair, her eyes were glued to the wolf, taking him in as subtly as she could. His eyes were honey colored and warm, like Alexey’s and this brought comfort to Adelaida. Meeting strangers still required a bit of caution, but Adelaida was finding it easier to place that aside. If something bad was going to happen, she couldn’t stop it, but she could try to keep interactions friendly and smooth.
Slowly her bright eyes moved up to the creature perched betwixt the male’s ears. Adelaida had no way of knowing it wasn’t flesh and blood but rather one of the spirit guides of the strange tribe that had moved in months ago. Instead she associated the creature with Pickles, her’s and Alexey’s own companion. The small rodent hadn’t been following her as much, nor had it been sticking to Alexey, but rather staying in Adelaida’s home in Dahlia de Mai. Though she often missed the little chinchilla she found she didn’t need him nearly as much now as she had when Alexey wouldn’t speak to her. Watching the bird, she found words coming from her mouth before she had a chance to think them over, realizing how childish and silly they sounded only as they reached her own ears. “I have a chinchilla at home.”