This river is famously known for its fish!
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Posted on December 27, 2011 at 05:14:55 AM by Cashel
Cashel himself was thoroughly enjoying Urumi's company; it had been a while since he'd had a meaningful conversation with anyone, either, much less a pretty young femme like the dual-hued blind female before him. Her disability didn't bother him in the least, but it was somewhat difficult to ruffle Cashel's proverbial (and physical) feathers at all. Something like blindness or lameness or deafness would hardly do to put a damper on the young male's likelihood to speak with someone - which worked to his advantage in a situation like this. Urumi was a wonderful acquaintance to have made, and whether or not she was blind had little bearing on their friendship, for Cashel at least.
It was mostly his own awkward behavior and personality that led to his lack of conversation; no one went out of their way to avoid him, or if they did it was no skin off his nose - the thought had never really even crossed his mind. But Cashel had a kind of aloofness to others at times, and lived as something of a loner. Not a hermit, of course - he went out and did things like any other creature, and it wasn't that he was afraid of others, per sé. It was just that... well. As this encounter illustrated, it as highly likely that Cashel would put his gigantic paw into his mouth when talking, and say or do something that highlighted his nervous, awkward behavior. As Urumi gently declined her like of fish, he felt himself crushed; of course she didn't like fish, and he'd insisted, and now, he was sure, he seemed insistent and pushy. How terribly obnoxious of him! Cash could hardly believed he'd been so insensitive.
"Oh, yeah, right," he said smoothly, his voice only just betraying his flustered emotions. "Of course, you know, fish isn't for everyone, my sister, Summer, she hated fish, you know, and come to think of it I don't think my dad much liked fish either, I don't really remember much but I don't recall him really eating... it..." He trailed off a bit, his face flushing as he realized he was rambling. "Sorry, I'm sorry," apologized the wolf-dog gently, grinning painfully sheepishly. He thought he was terribly stupid, sometimes.
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