Totoka River positivity hitting 50 levels deep

She watched with empty golden eyes as he departed, clearly uncomfortable with the feral girl who had never quite learned how to speak. His eyes said the same thing she had always seen in others: that he thought her odd, weird, a freak. 

Once he was gone, Nym allowed herself a small sigh before continuing on her way. The wind was salty and cool, tangling in her thick coat as she began to lope in the opposite direction - soon forgetting the encounter entirely.