05-01-2011, 05:29 PM
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Her tail waved gently as she couldn't help admiring his words, they were poetic and she felt like she understood the mystical sentiment he was expressing, although she'd never felt anything suchlike, herself. The only place she'd found herself fitting, had turned her away. Now she had drifted into this land where everybody and every place was equally strange to her and she to them, she seemed doomed to be the outsider for the foreseeable future. The thought did not disturb Caspa; she hardly cared whether she met with disapproval or friendship from others, she found the two coin-sides equally fascinating. Viggo seemed not to be put off so far, which was interestingly, a relief. He was hungry, and she realised with a start she was too. She had been eating for at least three lately, with all the strength she needed to regain. "Outstandingly." She glanced back into the hotel, then out of the gate. There was a deer drying in pieces inside, and there was a packland promising carrion to those who searched hard enough. She supposed Viggo would prefer to hunt, though. "What's your opinion of dried meat, Viggo?" |