i'm waiting for this sky to fall, i’m waiting for a sign.
i know you're out there; somewhere out there.
i know you're out there; somewhere out there.
Well shoot. Someone had seen. But oh … what a someone.
Her little black eyes widen at the sight of the creature that strides towards her across the grassy plain. Karris has seen strange beasts before (she’s met a freaking radish horse for gosh sakes!), but this creature is nothing like anything she’s ever seen.
Her eyes linger on his fragile, paper thin wings, on his six legs, on his long nose, his antennae, and most especially on his large, glittery dark eyes. So unusual, so unique.
She can’t help but prance a little on the spot in excitement.
Of course, he’s not nearly as excited. He’s still focused on her little feeding display.
Karris’ little head hangs, trying to hide her rows of serrated teeth as she speaks. “No! No! Not horshe. Horshe not … ‘rey. Only … shall … shall …” Her mouth works in frustration. Words have always been tricky for her - a curse of her circular mouth. “Only shall tings ‘rey.”
Her mouth finally closed, she peers up at the creature in open curiosity. She’s used to the strange and unusual - but this creature is a particular fascinating type of strange and unusual. “Hchh …” She grunts in frustration. She wants to say ‘what,’ but her lips can’t properly form the ‘w’ sound. “Hchh … hchhat you?”
A small noise catches her attention, and her head flicks around to see an ordinary black mare approaching. Her heart sinks. Other oddities are usually quicker to accept her (though even they can have trouble with her blood sucking tendencies), but more ordinary creatures? When they first notice her … they tend to run.
Her little hairless head hangs down, once again trying to hide her circular mouth. She really doesn’t want to scare off potential new friends so early on in this new land. She doesn’t want to be alone again. “Hi. I Karris.”
She forgets herself though when the black mare asks if she’s too late. Ever the curious one, her little grey head pops back up. “Too late? Too late ‘or hchh … hchhat?”
Karris
all we are is all so far.
She has troubles with words that require putting lips together, lol. If you need a translation just let me know.
