( the familiar, the skeleton. even his appearance are all very different to anything Calanthe knows. it's fascinating, really. and this is why she likes this place already, even if it insists on her having healing magic. there's so much to see.
there's something about the skeleton which reminds her of Rose, but that's more the whole. stoic, intimidating demeanour than actual appearance.
(Rose would like it, she's certain. she's all about hardness, spikes and death, never appreciating the beauty that comes in softer things.) )
Strangers are just friends you haven't made yet. ( she singsongs those words, but pulls away from his shoulder anyway, stepping forward to scoop up the little bird in both her hands. ) Isn't that right, little fella?
( The bird makes a jerky little attempt at tweeting but Calanthe has already moved her attentions back to the man responsible for bringing it back. )
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there's something about the skeleton which reminds her of Rose, but that's more the whole. stoic, intimidating demeanour than actual appearance.
(Rose would like it, she's certain. she's all about hardness, spikes and death, never appreciating the beauty that comes in softer things.) )
Strangers are just friends you haven't made yet. ( she singsongs those words, but pulls away from his shoulder anyway, stepping forward to scoop up the little bird in both her hands. ) Isn't that right, little fella?
( The bird makes a jerky little attempt at tweeting but Calanthe has already moved her attentions back to the man responsible for bringing it back. )
Got a name, buddy?