Wapun Meadow down to sit at the harsh world's feet

Inkeri wouldn't have dreamed of keeping him waiting. She hadn't even noticed his limp. She had enjoyed their conversation and his company. It had made her feel happier than she had in sometime.

His voice reached her and her tail wagged in response. How nice it was to be called out too. And with a genuine smile too. His touch left her feeling a little wanting, but she quickly pushed the feeling away, a smile lighting up her face. She had determined that had been part of what had pushed Lucius away. Her co-dependency.

He had been staring, she wondered if she had something on her face. But he quickly looked away, so she must have been imaging it.

I am glad you did. Did.

She wiggled in place for a moment.

She blinked and shook her head. No. No. What do I do? Do? Though she mimicked him, moving her ink and paper body into a bow.