07-07-2009, 06:37 PM
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Smiling in a peculiar, sad sort of way, the alabaster woman pointed the knife towards the girl. “It serves no purpose,” she explained, accented voice rolling from her deep chest. Even though she had not been home for nearly five years, Aurèle still sounded like she had been misplaced from some strange European country. Her accent was not French, not exactly—she had told a stranger from Europe once she had come from a place called Switzerland, and he had believed her. Not that Aurèle knew what that country was either, but it sounded like an appropriate lie. “Unless you are after a boy, you would do well to have short hair.”
The spotted cat stared not at the wolf, but at the bird. A strange urge to protect the animal rushed through her, but was quickly ignored as she reasoned that it was a simple animal. After all, birds could fly. It would escape the cat, regardless of long-limbs or number of spots. “Ethador, hm? Where did you happen to find him?” The silent bird moved closer to the older woman, and she spared it a glance. “I think your spotted friend is making the bird nervous.”
Smiling in a peculiar, sad sort of way, the alabaster woman pointed the knife towards the girl. “It serves no purpose,” she explained, accented voice rolling from her deep chest. Even though she had not been home for nearly five years, Aurèle still sounded like she had been misplaced from some strange European country. Her accent was not French, not exactly—she had told a stranger from Europe once she had come from a place called Switzerland, and he had believed her. Not that Aurèle knew what that country was either, but it sounded like an appropriate lie. “Unless you are after a boy, you would do well to have short hair.”
The spotted cat stared not at the wolf, but at the bird. A strange urge to protect the animal rushed through her, but was quickly ignored as she reasoned that it was a simple animal. After all, birds could fly. It would escape the cat, regardless of long-limbs or number of spots. “Ethador, hm? Where did you happen to find him?” The silent bird moved closer to the older woman, and she spared it a glance. “I think your spotted friend is making the bird nervous.”