05-08-2012, 03:06 PM
The statement that Naniko deserved something of higher quality than Amy immediately brought a growl from her. Yes, Naniko was the angela, but Amy still felt that she deserved things every bit as good as the pack's leader received. To be slighted so, even by the leader's kid, was maddening. How was she supposed to appreciate and accept some lousy scarf, with no connection to the boy? There was nothing to gain from it at all. What did he expect her to do? Shower him with thanks for shoddy workmanship? She opened her mouth to tell him where he could stuff his scarf as he bounded off. He was acting so giddy, as if he'd accomplished some great feat instead of simply acting like a brat.
The sudden seriousness caught her attention. Smiling Amy lifted a hand to the scarf. Taking it apart was exactly what she was going to do. Pulling it off from around her neck the dog examined the bright colors once more. Truly good quality. She could make wonderful things with this fabric. Glancing up she studied the white brat again. Why had he given it to her? It was a rather strange choice. Perhaps it was simply to make fun of her, but then he wouldn't have said what he had. How strange. Shrugging it off she resumed studying the scarf. You can go now.
The sudden seriousness caught her attention. Smiling Amy lifted a hand to the scarf. Taking it apart was exactly what she was going to do. Pulling it off from around her neck the dog examined the bright colors once more. Truly good quality. She could make wonderful things with this fabric. Glancing up she studied the white brat again. Why had he given it to her? It was a rather strange choice. Perhaps it was simply to make fun of her, but then he wouldn't have said what he had. How strange. Shrugging it off she resumed studying the scarf. You can go now.