09-17-2010, 09:11 AM
OOC: So so sorry, Lin.
Flayra had seen a slight impression on the leader's face when she had mention Pendzez telling her about Jefferson. Pendzez had told her that the two don't meet that much, only at certain points in the future. This had not affected him in a way. Pendzez seemed to have stuff to say to the leader each time, it seemed. Maybe he was trying to have a social chat with the scarred leader. It was true that the two walked separate paths, with random crosses here and there.
Flayra followed the leader as he 'escorted' her to the packlands. She had a feeling that she shouldn't, but it sounded like Jefferson was granting her entry, over the matter of a flower? Jefferson looked like the macho typed, not really caring if he steps on a flower, or crushes an entire flower bed. She heard from Pendzez that he was the grumpy kind of canine. Maybe he was having a nice day? "To add to the collection, basically."
Some meter or two into the packlands, she turned her sight to the massacred arm of the scarred leader, then to hers. They had suffered the same injuries. However, the only difference is, she can still use her arm, while his looks like it's useless, a dead weight. "So, you too, I see?"
Flayra had seen a slight impression on the leader's face when she had mention Pendzez telling her about Jefferson. Pendzez had told her that the two don't meet that much, only at certain points in the future. This had not affected him in a way. Pendzez seemed to have stuff to say to the leader each time, it seemed. Maybe he was trying to have a social chat with the scarred leader. It was true that the two walked separate paths, with random crosses here and there.
Flayra followed the leader as he 'escorted' her to the packlands. She had a feeling that she shouldn't, but it sounded like Jefferson was granting her entry, over the matter of a flower? Jefferson looked like the macho typed, not really caring if he steps on a flower, or crushes an entire flower bed. She heard from Pendzez that he was the grumpy kind of canine. Maybe he was having a nice day? "To add to the collection, basically."
Some meter or two into the packlands, she turned her sight to the massacred arm of the scarred leader, then to hers. They had suffered the same injuries. However, the only difference is, she can still use her arm, while his looks like it's useless, a dead weight. "So, you too, I see?"