03-25-2012, 05:06 PM
Suddenly the room felt a lot more companionable, with the both of them sitting down at a similar level - off the floor, which was still chaotically strewn with Caprica's wood samples. She'd pick those up, of course. But for now, it was as messy as a playroom. She noticed wood shavings drifting down from Ayasha's knife to join the mess, but didn't pay too much heed. If she was going to have to sweep anyway, what difference did a few shavings make.
Caprica joined in the giggle with a few low chuckles of her own on learning that the woman in question wasn't a bird, though she was mostly laughing at her own absurdity: then her expression became rather intense and she leant forward with bright curiosity shining in her green eyes, pushing back her swinging curtain of short hair. "Wait. What. Spirit guide? What's that?" Oh, how matters of the spirit fascinated the dark D'Angelo.
Caprica smiled vaguely at the talk of names and places she did not know, until the name of Jefferson sent her chin dropping in a small nod of recognition, and then she grinned hugely at the mention of Ayasha's half-year-old affair of the heart. There was some pain in her eyes, though. When she'd been six months, she'd been looking forward to all that stuff. And then some utter loser of a coyote had come along and destroyed all her high expectations. She liked to think she was over that now, though. Shit happened. It was in the past now. "Oh? That's sweet. I've, uh, never had a crush." Not true, but she couldn't admit to those now long-gone feelings. "Who was yours?" Probably no one she knew. This girl was at least a year younger than she, and Caprica had not lingered many months in the Valley.
Caprica joined in the giggle with a few low chuckles of her own on learning that the woman in question wasn't a bird, though she was mostly laughing at her own absurdity: then her expression became rather intense and she leant forward with bright curiosity shining in her green eyes, pushing back her swinging curtain of short hair. "Wait. What. Spirit guide? What's that?" Oh, how matters of the spirit fascinated the dark D'Angelo.
Caprica smiled vaguely at the talk of names and places she did not know, until the name of Jefferson sent her chin dropping in a small nod of recognition, and then she grinned hugely at the mention of Ayasha's half-year-old affair of the heart. There was some pain in her eyes, though. When she'd been six months, she'd been looking forward to all that stuff. And then some utter loser of a coyote had come along and destroyed all her high expectations. She liked to think she was over that now, though. Shit happened. It was in the past now. "Oh? That's sweet. I've, uh, never had a crush." Not true, but she couldn't admit to those now long-gone feelings. "Who was yours?" Probably no one she knew. This girl was at least a year younger than she, and Caprica had not lingered many months in the Valley.