Delphine
Delphine nodded slightly, grinning an amused little smile. "Ah, yes. Delphine Mountrose, sir." She dipped her head, "The bird is Poe, he's a Pink Galah. Used to more... tropical climate." She stated, blinking slowly as he held out fur and leather to her.
Unlike their mother, the children were dressed in thick furred outfits, as warm as could be. They were still staring at the man, and in unison the girls asked: "Mama, is this a friend?" The children, having no concept of societial norms, thought since the man had not been mean to their mother, he must be a friend. He'd even given her something!
"Ah, hmmm. Well, we just met. We don't even know his name yet, girls." It was hard trying to explain something to them, when they should have learned it while growing up... But alas, they had not grown up very well, and that was on her. Everything was on her, even her ruined relationships.
"I can't take your furs, sir." She held the bundle back out to him, smiling, though the movement hurt her cheeks. "Not without giving you something in return. Uhm..."
Acantha, her darker-skinned child, whispered loudly, "But Mama, we don't got nothing." And she truly believed her mother did not know that fact already. She flushed, and averted her gaze, the bird had settled into her top, flush against her skin, so she was no longer handling him.
Unlike their mother, the children were dressed in thick furred outfits, as warm as could be. They were still staring at the man, and in unison the girls asked: "Mama, is this a friend?" The children, having no concept of societial norms, thought since the man had not been mean to their mother, he must be a friend. He'd even given her something!
"Ah, hmmm. Well, we just met. We don't even know his name yet, girls." It was hard trying to explain something to them, when they should have learned it while growing up... But alas, they had not grown up very well, and that was on her. Everything was on her, even her ruined relationships.
"I can't take your furs, sir." She held the bundle back out to him, smiling, though the movement hurt her cheeks. "Not without giving you something in return. Uhm..."
Acantha, her darker-skinned child, whispered loudly, "But Mama, we don't got nothing." And she truly believed her mother did not know that fact already. She flushed, and averted her gaze, the bird had settled into her top, flush against her skin, so she was no longer handling him.
Let me make you smile, darling.
