Surprise matched the boy's shock, as she'd never been met with someone who was unfamiliar with her outward appearance. In the southwest, she had thought dogs a common sight — her father's family was built on dog blood, and the Nakzhian people accepted it, while California had garnered no real acquaintances. San Solace, they had turned her out for the dog blood. Did he think much the same way they had? All of her ease of mind grouped together and hid beneath a cover of anxiety, focused in the traces of a smile. Would he shun her? It would be strange to be in such a situation again, shunned for something that wasn't her choice.
Instead of turning her away, however, he tried to explain what he was doing and all at once her unease disappeared, to be replaced with the bright and cheerful smiling features of the old Krystalle. "Fishin's nice, don' really fish much myself -- ain't got a reason to, ch'know?" She hated the cold waters of the north as much as she hated the north itself. Why had she come again? For Mars? What a joke that had been -- he didn't even want her there.
The conversation always turned to language, it seemed, as it had with Ehno in the forest, and so she wasn't surprised when he asked what she'd spoken. Her head titled, pink eyes focusing on the water at his paws, more interested in the fish there than her own tongue. "Espanol. Ma taught me; learned back home, way far away, ch'know? Not around here -- too damn cold here for them." And for her and her babbling jaws.
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