Whitefish River Such Small Scenes

Having only seen Liri once, yet never exchanging words with her, Chai was left still feeling a little shy, as she tended to be with strangers. She had yet to build up her self confidence. It was something she needed to work on...but how would she go about doing it? What would work? Either way, the aura Liri gave off just from sharing the same space with her, was an entirely positive one. Some unseen force, like a magnetic pull, told the youthful girl she may trust her completely.

She could only wonder what she had been through during her lifetime. All those scars...the missing leg. There had to be a story behind each blemish on her body. Chai didn't judge...didn't stare. It was one's character that made all the difference to her. Hence why she left Shadewood and Cry behind. Something wasn't right. It unsettled her, made the pit of her stomach roil and twist on itself. She obeyed her instincts and fled, putting ample distance between him and that place. 

Despite being addressed second, Chai took no offense and merely shook her head with a warm smile. "No harm done." She took two slow steps closer, gradually integrating herself with Liri and her new pack mate. "I'm still settling in...You can call me Chai...or anything else, if you'd like." She didn't mind nicknames, so long as they were in good taste. "What may we call you, Sir...?"