I <3 Gracie! :0
Bindu was startled when she saw a wide smile melt onto the puppy's mouth, not because of the actual smile, but because of the complete innocence simply radiating from her face. Her big blue eyes were clear and definite, her nose glistening, fur soft like dandelion tufts. This was what a puppy was supposed to be. The wolfdog stared dumbly at the newcomer, her dark eyes wide with delight. She liked the way the kid was so happy. The pup looked like a pretty little flower sitting in sunshine. Bindu was used to seeing Geneva and Jefferson, whose faces were calm but scarred with maturity. Not even Pripyat's beautiful face could compare to this overwhelming ray of youth, standing just feet away.
The girl blurted something out, but the teen didn't realize that it was a name before she repeated it. "Gwace Dee-angewowo!" Her mind raced. 'Gwace' ... something clicked inside of the hybrid's brain, altering the word to create 'Grace'. Bindu repeated it softly, to herself, "Grace." She didn't acknowledge the last part of Grace's name, forgetting it almost instantly.
"Wat yer name?" Grace asked intently, her blue eyes so big and so shiny that the wolfdog had to look away, out of anxiety (too blue, like ocean, like Pripyat). Bindu was glad that the younger wolf didn't use big words, long, flowery sentences that confused her and took a few seconds to think about. She answered, "Bindu," and was glad to hear that, for once, her tone and volume were appropriate. Her white-tipped tail waved on the wooden porch, and her paws didn't tremble in their bandages like they sometimes did.
Bindu was looking at Grace's mouth as she peeped, "Do you wive in Fee-nix Vallee too?" 'Phoenix Valley'- the words sounded familiar in the teen's mind, but she decided to play it safe and replied hesitantly, "Ah'm sleep in this house," gesturing with a swift glance to the door. The image of a black cat played in the hybrid's head, but she ignored it. Sometimes strange things would appear in her mind's eye, but she'd found that it was easier to forget about them than to strain her memory.
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