03-21-2012, 06:45 PM
Caprica gazed entranced at the quick-fingered woman's work, and then realised how rude she was being: leaped up and pulled up a stool for the white lady, before sitting down again. It was true: she could be a little spiky in personality, not just at first, but at any time she felt threatened or challenged. She was easy-going enough to relax almost straight away though, and always ready to be friendly so long as the consideration went both ways.
Living like a bird was a beautifully poetic image. Perhaps Ayasha would turn out to be a wolf of more than one creative talent. It sounded like she'd had a similarly poetic mother. Well, the apple rarely fell far from the tree. "Your mom was a bird?" Caprica could never resist attempting to be funny. "Oh… no, I only came here last year. I was born in Phoenix Valley… which doesn't exist any more," she explained. "So I guess I'm Anatheman through and through now. So were you born up in there, AniWaya I mean?" Perhaps she had been laid in an egg, in a nest, Caprica thought, but it was one of those thoughts better not spoken out loud. Her sense of humour wasn't always the most easy for others to follow.
Living like a bird was a beautifully poetic image. Perhaps Ayasha would turn out to be a wolf of more than one creative talent. It sounded like she'd had a similarly poetic mother. Well, the apple rarely fell far from the tree. "Your mom was a bird?" Caprica could never resist attempting to be funny. "Oh… no, I only came here last year. I was born in Phoenix Valley… which doesn't exist any more," she explained. "So I guess I'm Anatheman through and through now. So were you born up in there, AniWaya I mean?" Perhaps she had been laid in an egg, in a nest, Caprica thought, but it was one of those thoughts better not spoken out loud. Her sense of humour wasn't always the most easy for others to follow.