09-17-2018, 07:10 AM
Aw, it still seemed scared of her. Disappointment rippled, though not much surprise. Nimeda tilted her head, ropes of soggy hair coiling against her crossed knee. "I don't bite," she told it happily. "So you needn't be afraid of me, little fuzz ball." She shrugged, content to let it nuzzle into Mara instead. She had mostly been curious to see what the fuzziness felt like; to watch her hand disappear into the dark. She had even been curious as to what the bite might feel like, despite the churning warning of ancient memory. But Mara was right; Nimeda was not easy prey.
Her grin remained bright despite the rejection. In fact she seemed to have forgotten it already. "How do you find them food, Mara? Can I help?"
Her grin remained bright despite the rejection. In fact she seemed to have forgotten it already. "How do you find them food, Mara? Can I help?"