07-19-2009, 12:05 AM
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The question surprised her. How rare it was to be on this end of any question, when normally it was her who was asking. Never before had she any knowledge worth sharing and it had seemed that for such a long time she had been adrift in a world she didn’t quite understand. Finally the table had turn and Adelaida let only a short moment of amusement lapse before she spoke out, trying her best to be the teacher. “It’s a rodent. Well, he’s a rodent. Pickles is his name. He stayed with my sister but when she went looking for our mother he kind of adopted me.” It was the most delicate way to explain the situation, but more accurately Pickles had taken it upon himself to watch Ade, keeping her from self destruction at times. It had been a hard job for such a small creature, strange for the prey to be protecting the predator.
Smiling sheepishly she realized that hadn’t really explained what a chinchilla was, only who Pickles was. Again she tried, clearing her throat to make sure she did it right this time. “A chinchilla has big, silly ears and long legs. They jump really high.” There, that was a good description. Thinking over her words she added in one last comment for good measure. “Their tails are very, very furry.” Hopefully that was a satisfactory answer. Adelaida let her bright eyes meet up with the amber eyes of the male and then trail back up to the bird. Obviously it was a companion and never before had she met another wolf who kept a companion not of the canine type, it was an understatement to say she was curious. “Who is that?”
The question surprised her. How rare it was to be on this end of any question, when normally it was her who was asking. Never before had she any knowledge worth sharing and it had seemed that for such a long time she had been adrift in a world she didn’t quite understand. Finally the table had turn and Adelaida let only a short moment of amusement lapse before she spoke out, trying her best to be the teacher. “It’s a rodent. Well, he’s a rodent. Pickles is his name. He stayed with my sister but when she went looking for our mother he kind of adopted me.” It was the most delicate way to explain the situation, but more accurately Pickles had taken it upon himself to watch Ade, keeping her from self destruction at times. It had been a hard job for such a small creature, strange for the prey to be protecting the predator.
Smiling sheepishly she realized that hadn’t really explained what a chinchilla was, only who Pickles was. Again she tried, clearing her throat to make sure she did it right this time. “A chinchilla has big, silly ears and long legs. They jump really high.” There, that was a good description. Thinking over her words she added in one last comment for good measure. “Their tails are very, very furry.” Hopefully that was a satisfactory answer. Adelaida let her bright eyes meet up with the amber eyes of the male and then trail back up to the bird. Obviously it was a companion and never before had she met another wolf who kept a companion not of the canine type, it was an understatement to say she was curious. “Who is that?”