you know who else was asleep half-past noon? good ol' kentucky. who was promptly woken up by the screaming of some rooster.
a song, one she may or may not have heard before, hard to tell.
so she rolled upright from her bed by the river, groomed herself a bit to a proper form and sauntered over to the sound of music. if one could call it that. stone blue eyes settled comfortably on a rather rugged form. large and lanky, looking like he fell off the devil's backbone himself.
your ma teach you that one?
a possible insult, a possible compliment!
this quipped with a waving tail and lingering grin.
she offered a bark of laughter and a smile full of teeth. he was good humored, those who slid off the devil's backbone often had to be. thick skin was a necessity.
don't think it matters much, only matters where i'm headin'.
she responded with a wide sweep of her tail. briefly sidestepping her way closer to him. danced a few steps ahead to afford him a better view of her, of course.
and it's miss may to you. ain't wantin' the same nickname as all your other girlies.
she grinned, big and wide and crooked. a bit out of place on somebody who carried herself the way she did. he was a real smart devil, wasn't he!
and if i told ya i sent myself?
a brow raised as she pulled her features into some look of delighted humor. who's to say i didn't come here to do my own work?
her tail offered a large sway, as she pepped a few steps ahead.
she considered his words for a moment. realized the perfect in she had just weaseled her way into. the good thing about the devil's backbone was that it was easy to work her way up to the head.
there she could gather all her knowledge up, before rounding back home eventually.
oh why not? what sorta jobs you runnin', mister....?
this asked as she turned her pale heady to look over an ashy shoulder. her look welcoming, perhaps overly so.