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Her fingers traced along the cold snow, drawing a rough outline of the bird that was sleeping next to the blind companion she was talking to. Her eyes followed her lines only showing a little displeasure in her eyes at how she did not have her paper and pencil; they would be wonderful subject to drawn. The blind one always sat so still that it made her almost uncomfortable to move so much but guess you don’t really need to move much when you could not see. Fawkes would be fun to draw when he was all puffed up making her see his pretty feathers and pretty eyes.
The girl’s vision moved back to the gray wolf, watching as her fur bristled and her ears flattened again her head. What did she say wrong? What did she do wrong? What was wrong? Her head tilted lightly in question though she knew the wolf could not see her movements, how was she going to ask this woman questions when she was always so uptight about it all? What he vision the sore spot or was it the cold?
Her ears lifted in surprise as she listened to her words, she wasn’t born blind. ”I am sorry to hear that, how did you lose it?” She then asked, prying lightly at the information with a monotone voice. ”Are you mad by any chance?” She then asked, curious at the woman’s facial expression. She could read her mother well and even her sister and father but this wolf always turned away when she tried to get a good look at her emotions that played on her face. She hoped she did not cause the discomfort, after all she wasn’t trying to. Her head again tilted as she watched the bird look at her then settle once more into sleep; did he know what was going on? She wanted to ask more questions but found herself suddenly uncomfortable as if she was unwanted here. It was not feeling she was use to never had someone not wanted her near them or at least they did not act like it.
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