12-13-2011, 03:43 PM
OOC: That's fine.
IC: Ayasha was coming back from a patrol of the village and a little bit in the surroundings. She was doing it for two reasons. The first reason was to protect the village since they had no warriors so she had to make sure there was no one who wanted to harm her people. The second reason was to find where the prey was and to watch their patterns of movement and their numbers.
Yet her thoughts weren’t completely on her duties. They were mostly on Liam and his predicament. He had killed his black-furred sister and although she knew why, she was still upset with him. He had told her that he would try not to listen to the butterflies but he still did it. Yet she still loved him and would try and help him get over it. She did however wonder what the name was that he muttered.
Since her thoughts were so occupied, she failed to notice the light wolf drawing. Yet when she realized he was there and that he was drawing her, she wasn’t too upset but rather flattered. Plua, there was something about him that reminded her of someone. Yet she couldn’t quite place who he reminded her of. She approached him and said, ”Hi there. What are you drawing?”
IC: Ayasha was coming back from a patrol of the village and a little bit in the surroundings. She was doing it for two reasons. The first reason was to protect the village since they had no warriors so she had to make sure there was no one who wanted to harm her people. The second reason was to find where the prey was and to watch their patterns of movement and their numbers.
Yet her thoughts weren’t completely on her duties. They were mostly on Liam and his predicament. He had killed his black-furred sister and although she knew why, she was still upset with him. He had told her that he would try not to listen to the butterflies but he still did it. Yet she still loved him and would try and help him get over it. She did however wonder what the name was that he muttered.
Since her thoughts were so occupied, she failed to notice the light wolf drawing. Yet when she realized he was there and that he was drawing her, she wasn’t too upset but rather flattered. Plua, there was something about him that reminded her of someone. Yet she couldn’t quite place who he reminded her of. She approached him and said, ”Hi there. What are you drawing?”