Shadowwyn Moor a stately pleasure dome decree

When will people learn to simply shut up? To stop wasting words and expect others to do the same? After all Nunataq was so tolerant to every fool, who had not yet realized that they were not going to squeeze a single word out of her. And how often it was that seemingly intelligent and interesting people became these bantering idiots, trying hard to convey meaning of their verbal outbursts with overdone gestures and bad acting? It never made sense and caused more confusion.

She sensed the change of tone in the other's voice and paused briefly in her grooming activities, to give a yeah, yeah, bugger off look. Then she turned away again to scratch an itch behind her ear, stood up and shook her coat. Her eyes were still watering from the smaller grains of sand that she had not been able to remove, but otherwise she felt pretty fine now. The stranger now appeared to be very smug about something, which interested Nuna just a tiny bit (in high dilution with who cares), and then turned away, having caught scent of a muskrat and eager to follow it.