The scars that line her body are something I see, take note of, and then allow my mind to focus on the next thing, the next task. The deep lines were like pages of the history book on Kiada - locked away in the restricted section of the library, and while I was keen to learn all that she had to share, I would not go wandering in those forbidden corridors of knowledge until invited. I hungered for knowledge, but that did not mean I had to be a dick about it.
My words have the desired effect on her, though truly I didn't know how I expected her to react - I didn't know a lot about her, only that she was helpful, kind and her humour seemed to be in line with my own. Her curious gaze reminds me of the inquisitive stare a bird would make as it assesses its prey - and I wonder if I will eventually grow into my attunedness in these ways I have seen others of my race do so. Will I begin to see the world through feline eyes, will my muscles grow stronger, my reflexes swifter and more accurate? I internally shrug at the thought, accepting that the only way to really know such things is to let time do its thing on me and discover for myself. I have a quiet confidence that with practice, I will master all that there is to master regarding my attunedness - and I lived for the challenge that such a life brought.
Her voice permeates my mind, and I let it wash through me like a warm, slightly dangerous hug. Torchline, I thought, though I had not yet mastered the art of communicating via thought when in this form yet, so she would not hear it, I nod as I internally repeat the name, hoping my reaction signifies that I had indeed heard her, and looked forward to the prospect.
A chuckle jumps from my lips as she winks after her final comment of survival. "You're not wrong - about making it through Deepfrost, that is," I quickly amend my words lest she think I agree that I would get tired of her. "Heh, I may have just met you, but I don't think boredom or fatigue are going to be issues." Me on the other hand? Who knew when she'd grow tired of a newcomer who, no matter their enthusiasm, was still new, still learning the ways of the land, the culture, the correct thing to do.
"I uh, certainly hope we make it through Deepfrost. Those who I've spoken to who've lived in Caido for much longer talk about it like the season itself is out to kill them," my face grows a bit more serious, as concern and a deep thoughtfulness smooth out the laugh lines and replace them with a soft frown between my dark brows.
My words have the desired effect on her, though truly I didn't know how I expected her to react - I didn't know a lot about her, only that she was helpful, kind and her humour seemed to be in line with my own. Her curious gaze reminds me of the inquisitive stare a bird would make as it assesses its prey - and I wonder if I will eventually grow into my attunedness in these ways I have seen others of my race do so. Will I begin to see the world through feline eyes, will my muscles grow stronger, my reflexes swifter and more accurate? I internally shrug at the thought, accepting that the only way to really know such things is to let time do its thing on me and discover for myself. I have a quiet confidence that with practice, I will master all that there is to master regarding my attunedness - and I lived for the challenge that such a life brought.
Her voice permeates my mind, and I let it wash through me like a warm, slightly dangerous hug. Torchline, I thought, though I had not yet mastered the art of communicating via thought when in this form yet, so she would not hear it, I nod as I internally repeat the name, hoping my reaction signifies that I had indeed heard her, and looked forward to the prospect.
A chuckle jumps from my lips as she winks after her final comment of survival. "You're not wrong - about making it through Deepfrost, that is," I quickly amend my words lest she think I agree that I would get tired of her. "Heh, I may have just met you, but I don't think boredom or fatigue are going to be issues." Me on the other hand? Who knew when she'd grow tired of a newcomer who, no matter their enthusiasm, was still new, still learning the ways of the land, the culture, the correct thing to do.
"I uh, certainly hope we make it through Deepfrost. Those who I've spoken to who've lived in Caido for much longer talk about it like the season itself is out to kill them," my face grows a bit more serious, as concern and a deep thoughtfulness smooth out the laugh lines and replace them with a soft frown between my dark brows.
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