SoSuWriMo: 386
She did not see the flash of anger at her dismissal of their originplace, was too busy considering instead the true purpose for his arrival here. Whimsical though she was, not even China was airy enough to believe that he had known of her presence there, or had likewise felt some magnetic urge to seek her out. That seemed too fantasy, too fairy-tale. She preferred to think of the coincidental meeting as just another step on the path that would lead her, inevitably, to her fate; whatever the earthmother had in store for her favored daughter. Strange though it may seem, the devious lovechild had already accepted that her future was beyond her mortal shaping. She was merely driftwood, and the great hands that churned the tide were far more omnipotent than her own blushing palms.
Her question was bluntly ignored, instead retaliated with another inquiry. This served only to fuel her curiosity; slanted eyes followed his movements as the boy took a chance, and moved to sit beside her. Their movements were well practiced now, and he heeded not what nervousness had stilled his progress the time before. She felt immediate relief at the contact of his golden fur but, bewilderingly, the urge for nothing more than this mere contact. What she had given to him once would not again be so easily offered; China would make and break addicts, unless they broke her first.
A light scowl daunted doll-like features, her gaze drifting at last from him to gaze back out the open window. "No..." The frown deepened, unfamiliar on her usual Cheshire portrait, "Well, I don't... I don't know." This time, a small sound of frustration, that may have been a growl were it not for the lovely pitch. Blushing hands rose to cradle her head, and instinctively, the girl leaned a little more into the warmth the boy offered. The feeling was inside her again - That clammy, uncomfortable hate-feeling. She detested it, and her own sudden insecurity. Fingers released her head, so that it might lie instead on slender arms that crossed the tops of her knees. Troubled cerulean warmed to her strange companion. "You are very secretive, you know. Who are you, anyway?" It would break the happy mystery, but she grew tired of thinking of him only as 'wolfboy'.
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