07-13-2008, 08:00 PM
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No sweating it, life happens. =P !@#$%Why was everything happening so slowly? It was almost as if time itself had ground to a halt around them, and he felt as though he were wading through space-time as he might a shallow pond. Things weren't flowing naturally--they were coming through in waves and ripples, and occasionally some of the older ones would bounce back entirely and strike him again. Just as his brain was settling into the idea of a foreign language he'd had limited exposure to before (which, of course, roused up not so great memories of his birth pack and the malicious freaks that had inhabited it), the lady's words switched back over to English. He squirmed a bit in his seat, feeling almost physical discomfort for the sudden shift. Quickly he eased back into a state of relaxation--at the very least, conversations would become much easier. Also, even if the words were confusing, her tone was not. It was soothing and it seemed to sedate him, even when the drugs may have made him paranoid or anxious. !@#$%"Party dress? High heeled shoes? What purpose do these things serve?" he muttered hazily, fascinated. The concept of a shoe was totally lost on him, and by the looks of it a dress would only get caught on briers or make camouflage impossible. Why did she choose to wear such a thing? In his state of mind, Poe was morphing into some mystical being--perhaps not unlike a fairy. She could survive with such a hindrance and she had come out of nowhere, which was surreal enough. Everything appearing as it might through a kaleidoscope wasn't helping, either. His head tilted upward and he peered at her curiously coloured green eyes, now--there was definitely something in there, and there was no way that he was making all of this up. Shaking his head a bit, he decided his earlier questions didn't matter. "Nevermind. The colour is interesting, and it feels very soft." That was enough of a purpose for now.  |