The Tangle hips that could bear you a buffalo

She frowns when the other responds with sadness. Furi doesn’t know what to make of it but knowing something isn’t right and figuring out what it is is never on the same level. Something makes this sad, pretty girl and in this moment it is her. She can’t be who she wants her to be and her ears remain drooped against her head. She does take a step forward, struggling through the thick brush—she doesn’t know what she comes here other than to torture herself—but stops short.
 
“What is your name?” she asks. It isn’t the question she wants to ask but for fear of making the sadness worse, she keeps her own mouth shut.