table © Alaine
ooc: gaelic :3
wc: 300+
Her open palm hung limply in offering, slowly receding to the cream woman's side as it was silently declined. Maybe the people of this woman did not acquiesce to the common shaking of hands that the wolves of her new home often used in greeting, in their Optime bodies in any case. Her lack of appropriate etiquette made Alaine nervous, worried that she may have offended the other woman, however the soft feminine voice rewarding her ears suggested otherwise.
The distance between them remained, even as the young healer studied the stranger with owlish intensity. She'd yet to be informed that staring was rude; Perhaps that was because back home, Alaine was often more likely to the meek aversion of gaze, the timid submission of a lowered head. But something about this tan woman pulled at her heart, a tug of recognition. It was as if she were witnessing a small portion of herself, burdened within someone else. A women's pain was found here, shared between the two of them, although its vastness was less in the young collie woman due to the breach of time she had endured. Old memories remained just that; Old.
The ivory woman's head was hung listlessly, her gaze cast away from the collie-woman. Alaine wondered, with absent clarity, about the Shae's fate, her past and future. Were the two women supposed to meet here, in this lonely graveyard of trees? Another blanket of silence fell over them, broken finally when the healer dared speak.
" Neither do I." Her reply was cryptic, reminiscent of some sort of understanding that might have passed between them, some sort of unspoken union that joined tarnished souls like silver threads of hope. Although her emerald eyes lingered still on the strange woman, Alaine moved aft to sit cross-legged at the base of a tree. Her legs were sore from overuse in the past few days, and Alaine suspected that if the woman was going to attack her, she would have done so by now. Settling the leather satchel of healing equipment beside her on the ground, the young collie-woman gestured to the smooth ground before her with one ivory hand, before setting about mindlessly rubbing her calf muscles to release the tense knots that had gathered there.
" Perhaps, bean luí, you might like to tell me about it?"
Speak think walk
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