FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
Could she crawl under a rock? And if she could would they let her? Oh goodness me, how embarrassin’ If Wichita could blush, she would be three shades brighter than a tomato right about now. She had barely met Rapscallion, honest to truth was that he didn’t quite make her comfortable.
As an outsider looking in she could see how the mistake had been made, how odd it must look to the roan male. She herself had come from lands outside Beqanna and sometimes new places had strange customs and ways of going about things. She also felt sorry for him, she hadn’t met many men that took such an interest in their children. It was nice he felt so strongly, he would have made an excellent Father she was sure. He would need to make a little time to practice directing his sadness, or anger. She wouldn’t be telling him that of course, but she hoped someone would.
”Why, I didn’ need no help, honest Sir.” Sir, because she was respectful, and could see the red was much older. She also knew that, at least in her experience, that older males tended to become quite grouchy. ” Can’t expect everyone to go aroun’ bein’ held up by some pregnant ninny. We’re okay, got here just fine, ain’t seen trouble the whole way. Now that’s a good sign don’t ya think?” It was rather odd, her hopeful voice accompanied by the fact that she would not lift her eyes from the ground. She appeared to be avoiding eye contact with whom she was speaking, all this fuss over her, maybe she should have just stayed behind.
When the conversation becomes expertly redirected, she is thankful, looking at the small group again. She can’t say she entirely agrees with them all, she truly wasn’t much of a protector for anyone. Oh, she would try, but she would more likely fail than save anyone’s life. It’s kind of nice though, that anyone would pay her such a compliment as Elysteria has.