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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... prite2.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> | They left June 27th, so we're all good :3 Also: <3! Ears moved and she turned as a voice spoke near her, gray irises fixing onto crimson ones as soon as she could find them. The little girl, another one of their "family". So strange, it was, that Conor's house seemed to be the one all the stray puppies came to. Vesle knew she had come there because he had sort of promised her mother, but this one was not related, she had been sure of it from the start. She looked so different; her furs all.. weird. No one with the name Sadira or Soul had such a pelt, and Vesle remembered thinking that it was strange. However, she was two moons older now, and in those two moons she had learned not to point at those that stood out a little. She, with her tiny stature. She had always thought she would catch up in time, but she never could stretch as far as her siblings, or Emwe and Conor. Were they her parents, or her brothers, in mind? She didn't know, nor did she know if this one was a sister. She kept to herself, and Vesle could not remember her name for the life of her. Her words struck the gray word as accusing, ears so easily interpreting words in a negative way. Was she pessimistic, or simply vulnerable? "And you've grown larger," she retaliated, as if that was an equally strange ambiguous thing to say. Interpret that! The gray girl took another breath. "What's your name again?" She blushed deeply and her fingers moved by themselves, touching each other awkwardly as she stood there, fidgeting. | http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... prite3.png); background-position:bottom right; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> |