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She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans.
Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.
She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.
Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.
She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.
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It will never be as fine a feeling as flight, but with the sharp chill in the air, if he closes his eyes and pretends, he can almost believe--
Almost.
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She's fairly certain that she can reach the woods before he can catch her.
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Nonetheless, he stops as well, body gone almost statue-still.
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She hasn't spoken in a very, very long time. Her voice chooses not to work. She chooses not to try too hard.
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Xas, it must be said, is not wearing a coat.
In Milliways, he has learned to forget the masquerade of pure humanity.
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A few moments later, she steps outside herself, untroubled by the cold despite her bare limbs, and looks around for the girl.
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Serafina goes with calling, her voice loud enough to carry, but gentle.
"Child? I can see you are frightened, but I mean you no harm."
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"My name is Serafina Pekkala," she says. "Have you been to this place before?"
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When nothing follows, she heads out the back to see if the woman was injured by whatever she was running from. Her pistol is still gripped lightly in her hand.
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Moonwoman, she is afraid of other people.
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She just sits quietly in the snow, not making any attempt to approach. Simply watching. Once the woman has had some time to grow used to her presence Makita may try talking to her.
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She was ready, she was. She was. Long limbs are barely covered, she is wearing nothing but a white deerskin tunic.
It isn't the cold that makes her tremble.
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When the woman is ready, she'll tell Makita what she was running from. It just never occurs to her that the woman might be running from her.
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All right, its second, but nearly dying of exposure at birth isn't the same thing.
He looks up at the sound of footfalls, and reflexively goes very still.
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Ash is more concerned with the puppy than she is with the man. Deerskin's eyes are wide and fey.
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One gloved hand reaches out to stroke the little puppy gently as it stumbles back to lean against his boot.
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She has never been a mother (either). I don't know that kind of dog.
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The puppy is half the age it will need to be before it can begin exploring the world. Its senses are awake, but only barely. It knows there are new smells, and moving things, and oh!
That smells like itself!
The little blue-grey ball of fuzz toddles forward an awkward step or two.
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There's a redhead (she's not a redhead she doesn't have a head she's just a head) sitting on top of Bar and watching her with a
that wavers constantly.
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smirk
cry
and lean forward, a little, looking
directly
at the woman.
"Hi."
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She grins.
"WeLl. YeAh."
Tiny fingers that aren't that are light that come from the fireplace and from inside Ash inside Deerskin reach out and pluck each thought that cuts (like a knife) from her head and sets it on the Bar.
Each one looks like a bottle of soda.
You don't want to look too closely at the flavour.
Or the description.
"I kNoW yOu."
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