Word Count :: 437here you go mellish! foredated jan 26th, that okay with you? i'll let you PP macarius. <3
Something in the silence drew her face up like a call. Up ahead lay the mythical area of the winter carnival, she assumed. Passersby had shared their differing opinions to friends and acquaintances, whispering murmurs of an old hybrid’s ability to augur the future of many. As was expected, two categories of people had formed amongst the crowd: the believers and the non-believers. Lilin, herself, didn’t know where she fit in. At first she’d heard nothing but the buzzing sound of over-enthusiastic canines, primarily because she’d been so intent on listening to whatever Axle and Grit were discussing at the time. Assimilating the activity reviews was easier with piqued interest, remotely filtering the useless information from the intriguing gossip. Her attention had already begun to involuntarily divert from the discussion at hand, introspectively straying from the here and now.
The authenticity of this elder’s gift remained contested by a few sceptics, as expected. Charlatans weren’t uncommon in this sort of field. But something rooted within her being; a deeply anchored part of her couldn’t let the merchants leave without trying. She had too many pending inquiries, some of which simply could not be discussed with others. What paths lay ahead? What potential would become reality? The two-toned loner found herself planted several feet away from the tent, sea-green irises staring deftly ahead. No one seemed to be in there at the moment. It was only when Axle called out to her that she turned around, peering back at her flock. Lilin hadn’t realized she’d stopped following until now. “Lili?” The Rottweiler called out her name once more, lacing his inquiry with a tone that seemed to say: make up your mind, woman.
Pursing her lips together, peering back and forth from one destination to the other, she finally conceded to her thirst for knowledge. A shake of her head was given in reply, paired with a brief clarification. “I’ll meet you guys later, ‘kay?” Both of the males agreed with a nonchalant shrug before leaving the vicinity. If there’s one thing she loved about those two, it was their general insouciance with pretty much anything, whereas others like Ezra might’ve questioned her motives or accompanied her. Once inside, finding the dingo-looking senior proved to be an easy task. He was seated at a rectangle shaped table, silently waiting for her to move forward. It was she that spoke first as she took a seat opposite of him. “Show me what you got, old man.” An uneasy smile drew itself on her lips. Her comment had been challenging enough but her eyes pleaded for him to go easy on her.
Image courtesy of jeremy vandel; table by the Mentors!
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