10-22-2020, 03:05 PM
She finds only the boy she knows as the Dame’s youngest, the one with a permanent fin on his back. Nasrin’s at least is safely hidden away when out of the water. The thought had crossed her mind once or twice if he dries out easily, and what would happen to his large back fin then. Right now, her initial swearing and bristling aside, she manages a grimace that might be mistaken for a greeting smile. With another there might have been an outright snarl, but he is lucky.
He hushes her, and that scowl still appears. ”Don’t shush me!” she claims. ”Ain’t no ghost scared of you.” she follows up, then snorts. ”Not a real ghost anyway.” she says, just to challenge any ghost that might hear them. Maybe they’ll appear.
A rustling announces not a ghost, but a filly. The black girl’s eyes navigate the pale one’s body, then she shrugs. ”Probably Torrent.” she decides. It sure wasn’t her. ”He’s scared of ghosts.” she adds. She might stick out her tongue to him, but supposes that making him look the silly one between them is enough, when meeting a stranger.
@[Torrent]
He hushes her, and that scowl still appears. ”Don’t shush me!” she claims. ”Ain’t no ghost scared of you.” she follows up, then snorts. ”Not a real ghost anyway.” she says, just to challenge any ghost that might hear them. Maybe they’ll appear.
A rustling announces not a ghost, but a filly. The black girl’s eyes navigate the pale one’s body, then she shrugs. ”Probably Torrent.” she decides. It sure wasn’t her. ”He’s scared of ghosts.” she adds. She might stick out her tongue to him, but supposes that making him look the silly one between them is enough, when meeting a stranger.
@[Torrent]