Teehee, cute. [WC: 524]
Too many questions, and very few answers. If there was one thing that the small black pup could rarely keep a grasp on, it was being asked many things all at once. Even one question could be too much, in a language that she was only beginning to grasp. Nobody had bothered to teach her English - the only one she knew who spoke both English and German was Mama. That reminded her of what the first question had been. Her mum. Mama? Perhaps. The words sounded similar. "Mama Anyanka de Sadira. Call Anka." The explanation of her mother's nickname, a term that the pup wouldn't have had a prayer of knowing, was rough, but the best she could do. "Eh.. Englus no good," she tried to explain. "Say Deutsch.. German.." 'Say' wasn't the word she was looking for, but she couldn't remember 'speak'.. it was close, anyhow. She struggled to remember the next question, tilting her head as she sat nearby the male, face contorted in thought.
Ah, yes. 'What's happened to you?' What a confusing question. Lots of things had happened to her. She had been born, she ate, she walked, she ran, she played. Sometimes she spent time with her siblings. Mama had left them to go on her grand adventure, and she had come to live with Cer and Slay, whose names from the first night had not necessarily stuck. Why would this wolf ask her such a question? "Happen? Many happen. What mean?" Her confusion reflected in her voice, and she frowned in concentration. Perhaps she should go onto the next thing. "Simple?" she inquired, followed by, "Why no repeat? Say Englus. Hear.. learn?" The only English she knew was what she had heard from others, and all she knew of the customs here was what she'd seen, although it was all so confusing, she may as well have not learnt a thing. "You no say right?" she asked. Maybe he had done it wrong. Then she was doing it wrong, too. Oh no! What if everything she had learnt was wrong?
As the male examined her eye, she winced and growled a little. "Eye bad! Mama say..." The anger was short-lived, breaking to make way for sadness. "Mama do. Say red bad. Ahren..." Would this male recognize her grandfather's name? Hopefully not. She wasn't even sure if Cercelee knew about Ahren. Mama hadn't talked about him much. Quickly, the pup tried to change the subject, not wanting this male to think that she was bad because she had the same eye as Ahren. "Has gold. Gold Aiji. She good. Mama mama." Aiji Sadira had been her mother's mother, a dark girl like her daughter and granddaughter, with golden eyes like Cath's right one. Driven mad by the evil of Ahren, and Anka. Catharsis didn't want to be bad. "No bad. Cath good. Nice." She nodded, as if to prove her point. "Cercelee like. Stay Cercelee. Mama go." She nodded again, affirming her statements - her mother had left, and she was staying with Cercelee, who liked her. Obviously, if Cercelee liked her, she must be good. Right?
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