(336)On her way over to the girl, she noticed her having some difficulty with something, but it was not until she ventured closer did she see that it was with the grass she was having hardships with. The untamed wild grew long and thick since the human’s demise, and even the animals could not crop the sea of grass that now claimed the Garden along with the numerous flowers. Whatever the golden coyote was searching for, it would probably remain lost; Sparrow made the assumption that if it was not plants or anything else that was part of the grassy waves that she was seeking, it was to end in failure. But, probability and her urge to help spoke against reason as she approached the other.
The woman smiled a bit as the coyote nearly got grass in her eye, but with quick to whip the smirk off of her face before she let herself known. She blinked in confusion at the other’s laughter, not sure what she found funny, but forced a small smile upon her face, just to humor the female, and did not ask what she was giggling at. Sparrow’s face returned to be neutral and calm when the girl went silent, if not curiously friendly.
“Okay,” she replied simply, and began to part the grass after a few forward steps. She did not mention the arrows she had herself; maybe this arrow was special to her, and did not want to use the communal ones that the clan kept in the Mansion. After a couple of moments of silence, she spoke up again, “My name is Sparrow, miss. What’s your’s?” She thought a bit of conversation would keep things from becoming awkward between the two; she had experienced more than one silence that was not intended to provoke thought since joining Inferni. Luckily, though, she had been reaping her talking skills, her ability to make small talk becoming better for one that was not raised for conversation for half of her life.
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