Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

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It would be easier was neither a yes nor a no, but she settled for it anyways. It would not be the end of the world if he refused to, though she hoped he would not; in actuality, she hoped to not be turned away, but this was something she’d yet to realise as her desperation for a home lingered far deeper within herself than she could presently venture. So the girl nodded, taking his words for what they were and leaving it at that.

The exchange of names was completed and she found his to be a lengthy one, the pronunciation something that would likely take her a few tries to master; she considered repeating it back to him right then, only to be stopped by her certainty of messing it up. Instead, she mimicked him and gave another nod of her head, letting it be known that she’d at least heard him. Just as she heard his answer, which… didn’t offer the same degree of guidance that she was accustomed to; she was used to being ordered around in a way that made the commands seem like mere suggestions, not being left to make major decisions on her own. But this one she did make, saying, “I think I will keep it.”

She lingered near him for a short moment after the final word left her mouth, then moved away and turned her head to gaze over at him. She was waiting, nervously, to be led to his home—hoping all the while that it would soon be her home, too, and that the training she was to endure would not be too tough.