“My name is Yuki.” she said to the stranger named Ayita. She turned her head to gaze at her reflection in the pond. Her smooth fur was smoothed down, her mane almost completely flat from the rain. As droplets of water seeped down to her skin goosebumps moved over her back. Her fur stood on end, trying to keep out the freezing rain. Yuki turned her head to study a spiders web, the rain had been quite gentle on it. Either that or it was a very strong web, she thought to herself.
“Tell me Ayita, do you come here a lot.. Er, often?”. She asked shyly. She wanted to engage in conversation, though she was figuring out fast that she was not very good at it. Part of life was being social, or so she had been told. Not that she actually believed it; she didn't often believe very many things people said. One of the best lessons she had learned was that any person could lie.
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