09-23-2009, 04:14 PM
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Wc: 300+
Flying past the subtle niceties, the Italian fae found herself invisibly struggling to recover from the embarrassment of her long shift. She was quite new to the art, and was frankly just impressed to have found herself with ten fingers and ten toes. Heat prickled just beneath her fur, but she recovered gracefully, her character propelling her up onto a platform away from the discomfort.
Startled to find herself relaxed next to the stranger, Ghita took it as in much stride as only she could, tripping before springing back up so she didn't miss a word. The tones rang soft beside her ears, catching the waves and interpreting them quietly, saving judgement for another day. Ghita guessed his reply wasn't a question, and was content to leave it there as she leaned back, her slim frame stretching over the roof.
The words fell over themselves gently, tumbling to the roof and sliding off as quickly as they were replaced. Now leaning on her stretched hands, she cocked her head in his direction, content to listen to him define their surroundings. Redundant? Perhaps; She could see her environment as well as he could, but another's views were always appreciated. Soon they would approach the threshold of the end of the fae's patience; shorter than a fuse of dynamite and as quick to explode, she hoped that the conversation would change. However enjoyable it was, this girl's mind ran a mile a minute.
She hadn't noticed the pipe until after he did - and once she saw it it was impossible to forget about it. The scent that had been her companion for a while had been pouring back into her nostrils, and she embraced it like an old friend. Turquoise eyes searched the wooden cavern with a mild interest, finally noting just where the source had come from. "And a gentleman too." His behavior reminded her of the olden Italian days - although they weren't filled with the foreign substances, they still held the mannerisms that she saw.
She wasn't thinking about Cambria's experience with drugs when she reached her hand out. Grasping the pipe with long, humanized fingers, she forgot about her pack's hatred towards the substances and especially Naniko. All she could remember as the pipe stared her down was the feeling that engulfed her, free of obligations or addictions.
Wc: 300+
Flying past the subtle niceties, the Italian fae found herself invisibly struggling to recover from the embarrassment of her long shift. She was quite new to the art, and was frankly just impressed to have found herself with ten fingers and ten toes. Heat prickled just beneath her fur, but she recovered gracefully, her character propelling her up onto a platform away from the discomfort.
Startled to find herself relaxed next to the stranger, Ghita took it as in much stride as only she could, tripping before springing back up so she didn't miss a word. The tones rang soft beside her ears, catching the waves and interpreting them quietly, saving judgement for another day. Ghita guessed his reply wasn't a question, and was content to leave it there as she leaned back, her slim frame stretching over the roof.
The words fell over themselves gently, tumbling to the roof and sliding off as quickly as they were replaced. Now leaning on her stretched hands, she cocked her head in his direction, content to listen to him define their surroundings. Redundant? Perhaps; She could see her environment as well as he could, but another's views were always appreciated. Soon they would approach the threshold of the end of the fae's patience; shorter than a fuse of dynamite and as quick to explode, she hoped that the conversation would change. However enjoyable it was, this girl's mind ran a mile a minute.
She hadn't noticed the pipe until after he did - and once she saw it it was impossible to forget about it. The scent that had been her companion for a while had been pouring back into her nostrils, and she embraced it like an old friend. Turquoise eyes searched the wooden cavern with a mild interest, finally noting just where the source had come from. "And a gentleman too." His behavior reminded her of the olden Italian days - although they weren't filled with the foreign substances, they still held the mannerisms that she saw.
She wasn't thinking about Cambria's experience with drugs when she reached her hand out. Grasping the pipe with long, humanized fingers, she forgot about her pack's hatred towards the substances and especially Naniko. All she could remember as the pipe stared her down was the feeling that engulfed her, free of obligations or addictions.