07-21-2009, 05:30 PM
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Hemming had known Dagrun for less than two days so far, and in the time that they had spent together the wolf was trying to understand her personality as much as possible. He would get to know her a little before asking questions about her past an any other sort of probing question, as asking right away had always seemed rash to him. If he built up a good connection with her, surely the little bird would be more willing to tell him more, and perhaps even speak continuously without too much prompting. Hemming always enjoyed monologues that seemed to go on forever, endless twists and turns of words and tales. "I'm certain of it, too," he replied gently, paying attention again to the weight that sat between his ears. He didn't mind the silence that fell between them, then, and turned his gaze out to the fields that waved around them. It was a good day to enjoy the sunshine, to let Dagrun see what this place was like in nice weather. A few birds sung in the distance, and Hemming knew that he would never listen to them the same. He had formed bonds with birds before, but it was never like this. For once, they could talk back. |