Porcupine Ridge katakan

as she answered, she had noticed the male's attention, although not completely focused on her, was attentive enough for her to feel she was being genuinely listened to. after her explanation came to a close, she was met with an appropriate question from him-- after hearing it, she had supposed she hadn't done a good enough job explaning the circumstances she grew up in. ,,oh, apologies. you see, where i grew up, there were no strangers,'' came her response, trying to keep it short and sweet. ,,we lived somewhere very isolated, me and my family. there weren't many others around; and when there were, they largely ignored us.'' she had hoped this shed a little more light on her unintentional rudeness as the pair had met, though she didn't want to drag the subject out for too long.
their adventure continued, carefully walking over a fallen log, finch had looked towards the sky, as the slender male turned his gaze slightly towards her. his eyes, a stunning silver, might have sent a little shiver down her spine. they were haunting, but beautiful all the same-- their brilliance could be compared to a freshly-made pearl. the snakelike wolf had answered her question, stigmata. an appropriate name, she felt. his silver, peppered coat contrasting with her own; the nymh mused back at him. ,,stigmata, it's a pleasure to make your acquiantance.'' the name rolled off of her tongue nicely as she continued to look into the distance. ,,it's gorgeous up here. are you around here often?'' she was hoping she wasn't asking too many questions, but she was a creature of curiosity, after all.