(317) don't mind sparrow, she doesn't like water. :B[/html]
She listened to the man closely as he answered her question, but with such a direct reply, it left her more curious than ever, as well as amused at the small joke he made, which she smiled silently at. She allowed a pause to pass between them as she followed his gaze up to the sky, and wondered for a moment of the bird was flying just above them, invisible to all. If she was, she was doing a wonderful job at it, the mottled hybrid not catching a sight of a single feather. "How does she guide you?" she asked, her tone less shyly spoken than before, though no less respectful, "Does she teach you how travel around?"
When they reached the river, she began to feel a bit nervous, and tried her best to hide it. Yet, when Anatole stepped carefully into the water, she knew that they would have to cross it to get to where they were going. Lips in a straight line and eyes clearly showing how distressed she was, she did not utter a single complaint as she slowly followed after the wolf, and tried to keep her mind off of the water that creeped past her feet and to her ankles. "Mhm," was the only thing she could say to the tribesman as she quickly inched her way across, though with every bit of caution that she could muster.
The last couple of feet were not spent with her advancing sluggishly. Once close enough, she forewent any grace and stumbled out of the sliver of water, and stood there for a moment, completely stilled. When she managed to regain some composure, she looked back sheepishly at male, not quite knowing what to say; no excuse could rise to mind, nor an explaination. She turned her eyes back to the ground, at her feets, and wanted to be led once more.
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