10-05-2008, 07:14 PM
Firefly had been staring off into space but that space was suddenly occupied with the figure of the Shaman of the lands as she gave a small little smile. Firefly lowered her head down to her arms again as she turned her eyes away and gave a muted response. "Hello Deuce.." She really didn't feel like talking, she didn't even feel like being here, but there was nothing she could do about that. She felt hollow and empty, but atleast the creeping crawling feeling she'd felt since the assult had been replaced, if only with nothing, nothing was better than the emotions and nightmares that had been overwhelming her.
She shifted as she realized the woman wasn't going to leave, turning her face back to watch the snowy lady as she pulled herself up, her back pressed against the headbord of the bed as she raised her eyes and smiled weakly at the offer that Deuce had been giving her. She'd barely heard a word the woman had spoken but the thoughts were fading away as the real world around her came in suddenly bright and clear. She pushed the bedspread around on the bed as she answered. "That'd be nice.." She took the bag with a shaky hand as she caught the scent of the dried meat. She nibbled on one of the pieces as she stared at the dust motes that drifting in the air between the two of them.
Turning her eyes back to Deuce she asked softly. "I'm not much like her am I?" Firefly had never really spoken of her mother, she'd obey the matriarch's wishes, to a degree.. but there was little love between the youth and her better known parent. She didn't even know where the question came from, but who better to answer besides her mother than one to ruled alongside of her.
She shifted as she realized the woman wasn't going to leave, turning her face back to watch the snowy lady as she pulled herself up, her back pressed against the headbord of the bed as she raised her eyes and smiled weakly at the offer that Deuce had been giving her. She'd barely heard a word the woman had spoken but the thoughts were fading away as the real world around her came in suddenly bright and clear. She pushed the bedspread around on the bed as she answered. "That'd be nice.." She took the bag with a shaky hand as she caught the scent of the dried meat. She nibbled on one of the pieces as she stared at the dust motes that drifting in the air between the two of them.
Turning her eyes back to Deuce she asked softly. "I'm not much like her am I?" Firefly had never really spoken of her mother, she'd obey the matriarch's wishes, to a degree.. but there was little love between the youth and her better known parent. She didn't even know where the question came from, but who better to answer besides her mother than one to ruled alongside of her.