Defying Gravity

Sparrow · 06-05-2012, 12:06 PM

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all of your ways and all your thunder got me in a haze running for cover
where we gonna go from here?

Word Count → 445 :: <3

Sparrow listened to her words, and blinked at the last few she said. “He can talk?” she asked in amazement, peering back into the water as if she could catch a glance of him. She thought that only things that were able to talk to canines were the ravens in Inferni, and to discover that there was more to it, she remembered how little she knew about everything in the world despite all that she had learned in life. She wanted to ask more about the spirit guides, about Utriu himself, and AniWaya, but decided not to press Ember about her past pack, unsure if the woman wanted to delve further into the subject.

Still wondering about how the line was going to get a fish, she watched the thin thread along with the fisher. When it began to move, Sparrow thought it must’ve been just the water moving it, but she was soon proved wrong. As more of it lunged into the water, she realized that something had gotten a hold of the hook, leaning in with a rather surprised look on her face to get a better look at the line. But, she settled back down when Ember spoke again, and could not help but feel a bit meek. “No, I guess I don’t… The humans were interesting, but much of what they did doesn’t seem sensible.” Sparrow guessed because of her upbringing she understood less of what most Luperci knew, and she sometimes felt inferior in knowledge when the simplest of humane mechanics were unknown to her. That was why she did not tell anyone how she was not born with the virus, knowing that they’ll somehow think less of her in some way.

The woman gave a look as if she was silently asking “Me?” when the dark woman asked if she wanted to try. She doubted herself, not sure if she had enough strength to reel in a fish of any size. But, she did not verbally deny her offer, and she took grasp of the wood as it was handed to her and clutched it with firm hands. “Okay,” Sparrow squeaked at Ember’s words, and began to wrap the line around the wood, pulling it in until it was taut. Then came the hard part of actually dragging the fish out from its spot, which the mottled woman preformed with some difficulty as she continued to twine the line. But, she kept a stiff upper lip, and was surprised when the fish started to flop around on the surface, seeing a bit of its fins and fleshy scales that she almost dropped the wood, but held onto it nonetheless.

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