Song of the water carried by the breeze ...

Strelein von Rosnete · 06-01-2010, 10:26 PM

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Strel listened, as he should. His knees felt stiff again, but he did not move his gaze nor his body too much. Seeming shifty was not a good idea, or so he assumed. Also looked worried did not help, so he kept his face as even as he could. But her story was pretty depressing; it was hard to keep a poker face. Nodding along where he could, he marveled that the kid managed to survive somehow without her mother to guide her. That was a feat, certainly. But the problem now was not her past or her intentions, but what he was to do and what he was to tell who of the Court or House joined him.

Ears flattening slightly, the redhead wanted to pat the child on the back, but it was unwise. That much he knew. He was a stranger and it was not appropriate. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? There was never a "Greeting Strangers 101" seminar. "That is hard, for any age," he said, not knowing what kind of thing to say to comfort the child. She looked like she needed food on top of sleep. Maybe Alaine could help her; she was more knowledgeable on this sort of thing. Or maybe he could take her to Ayita, who had kids of her own and would know how to handle another. He was not cut out to be a father just yet. "I can't do much for you right now, sweetie, but if you can hang on for a little bit, someone much more important than me will show up to figure this out."

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