these people keep to themselves,
So what if Latika wasn't the best with words? It didn't matter - it was just nice to be able to talk to somebody else. Don't get her wrong, the wolves of Glorall were nice but, well, they weren't really much like her. She'd actually grown to like Ajax to some degree but she was still weary of that Pan boy and his little following of girls. Sure, sure, take the smart alic golden boy and she'd hang out with the damn cripple. At least he wasn't so damn pompous, right? Latika could join their team, too, seeing as she didn't really seem like the time to discuss, in obsessive detail, the origin of a name or something to that effect. All she could do was keep those thoughts to herself and smile, an actual smile, when Latika lit up at the sight of the den - so, d'Mani wasn't that bad of an architect after all.
There was a massive change in character, though, when d'Mani had asked the girl of her homeland and she tilted her head, her brows furrowing together. So, not a good family life, huh? Well, d'Mani might have been able to relate to that on some level - she had no family life. She sighed lightly, taking some steps back and once more motioning to the den, her smile wiped clean from her face though she still attempted to look at least not so... disgruntled. So much for making a good impression, she'd managed to make the girl go into anxiety mode within only a few minutes. Good effort, good effort.
"Look, don't worry about answering that. We've all got our demons but I'll tell ya', they're definitely not hiding in that den. Head on in and I'll go get something for your leg."
She waited some moments, forcing her lips into a brief grin before pivoting and turning towards the direction of her den. It was a ten or so minute jog away, a crevice hidden well and truly from the outside world; she tried not to think too much on the way, simply remembering where and if she had barberry stashed away somewhere in there. The floor of her den and the surrounding area was a collection of trinkets; somewhere in the the floor of her den was a somewhat small collection of herbs and roots. A cluster of barberries sat among it all - a little shabby but good nonetheless. Carefully, she picked them out from amongst the litter and began back to where she had Latika. Honestly, she half expected the girl to have bolted for it but hey, if she didn't, good. If she did, well, good for her too. At her arrival, she yipped through clenched teeth before stopping by the den's mouth, allowing the berries to roll from her mouth and down into the den's belly.
"There - barberry. It'll take away the swelling. Can't vouch for the taste but you've probably tasted worst. Now, do you want me to leave you be or?"
all living in their own hell |
