maybe where the roads part

Sparrow · 05-16-2012, 09:32 PM

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Durdur Sparr needs to stop being such a sadface. xc

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Sparrow as well grabbed onto the change of topic with a bit of eagerness; she was not good at describing things that she told the half-truth about, and did not want to risk further words that may hint at the event she wanted to leave at a close. “It’s actually going well. It’s easy to remember all the letters—the things that are supposed to represent words—and stuff, but it’s the sounds that the hardest part, really. I learned how to spell my name: S-P-A-R-R-O-W.” She took a pause, though it was not a pressed one, for her to go over something in her mind real quick. “And, for example, your name is spelled as V-E-S-P-E-R. Reading has lots of uses beyond that though, you should learn it. Myrika can even help you.” At her last comment, she sort of smirked, but did not directly spoke about the tawny woman, reminding herself that it was still a soft spot for her sister.

The fawn looked towards the bird, looking upon him with new eyes, regarding him as an equal now; it did not take much for Sparrow to respect an individual because of her docile personality, and someone from a different species was no exception. “Greetings,” she said, thinking it was due despite her how long she had been in the den, knowing that the time for salutations had died long ago. She blinked at Vesper’s next statement, and smiled a bit crookedly, though it remained good-natured all the same, and asked, “Does this mean I’m his step-pup, too, now?” Of course, she did not think the answer would be yes; she did not formally know the bird well yet, and she doubted that anyone wanted her to be their child, anyway, except for Winter perhaps, but now she was long gone. But, her expression remained playful.

She felt a little conscious as the Optio looked over her, knowing that she was inspecting more than just her mixed pelt, but made no motion that she felt uncomfortable. Sparrow very well knew what—better yet, whom—she was thinking about, and tore her gaze away from the wall and back at her, and said with a little forced cheer, “Anyway, what have you been up to before Inferni? Well, aside knocking into fights now and then.”

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