04-11-2010, 04:31 AM
ooc: Oh my god, I think they're... they're having a conversation! XD Yeah, introspective!Cerri is not so... introspective XD. She's not so much on the thinking, apparently o.o. =pokes brain=
word count: 337
ic: Cerridwyn smiled as Harlowe twirled the lavender sprig between his fingers. He had looked confused when she'd given it to him, and she wondered if he realized that it was working -- he had calmed down a bit, after all, hadn't he? He was opening up just the tiniest bit, allowing himself to relax enough to actually speak to her a little. A bit of pride swelled in her chest -- he was speaking to her. Anxious as he had been about her presence at all, reluctant as he had been to utter that first syllable to her, the hybrid guessed that this youngster probably didn't speak much to those he didn't know, if he spoke to them at all. He gave off the air of a loner; even though he was a pack member, she could sense that he probably didn't seek out company. In fact, he probably actively avoided it. But he'd allowed her to stay, albeit begrudgingly at first, and he'd spoken to her, started talking, even confessed fear which was a feat for anyone to do. She would show herself a useful pack member after all.
Her ears perked and she smiled as he spoke again. And more than just a sentence this time! She'd struck gold mentioning words, as the pale male obviously loved them. She chuckled as he listed off a few of his favorites, laughing a bit himself. She was sure she'd never heard any of them, and had no clue what the terms might mean, but that was okay. "Those're beaut'ful words, 'Arlowe. 'S a shame t'keep 'em locked up inside ye all th' time." She didn't press him any more on the reasoning for his fear of speaking; he'd said he didn't know, and she was afraid that if she pressured him he might clam up altogether once more. She shifted her position, bringing her legs around in front of her, her knees to her chest, and encircling them with her long, ivory arms. "Wot do they mean?"
word count: 337
ic: Cerridwyn smiled as Harlowe twirled the lavender sprig between his fingers. He had looked confused when she'd given it to him, and she wondered if he realized that it was working -- he had calmed down a bit, after all, hadn't he? He was opening up just the tiniest bit, allowing himself to relax enough to actually speak to her a little. A bit of pride swelled in her chest -- he was speaking to her. Anxious as he had been about her presence at all, reluctant as he had been to utter that first syllable to her, the hybrid guessed that this youngster probably didn't speak much to those he didn't know, if he spoke to them at all. He gave off the air of a loner; even though he was a pack member, she could sense that he probably didn't seek out company. In fact, he probably actively avoided it. But he'd allowed her to stay, albeit begrudgingly at first, and he'd spoken to her, started talking, even confessed fear which was a feat for anyone to do. She would show herself a useful pack member after all.
Her ears perked and she smiled as he spoke again. And more than just a sentence this time! She'd struck gold mentioning words, as the pale male obviously loved them. She chuckled as he listed off a few of his favorites, laughing a bit himself. She was sure she'd never heard any of them, and had no clue what the terms might mean, but that was okay. "Those're beaut'ful words, 'Arlowe. 'S a shame t'keep 'em locked up inside ye all th' time." She didn't press him any more on the reasoning for his fear of speaking; he'd said he didn't know, and she was afraid that if she pressured him he might clam up altogether once more. She shifted her position, bringing her legs around in front of her, her knees to her chest, and encircling them with her long, ivory arms. "Wot do they mean?"