wolves in our own skin, we're savages.
Yes, a playful game often seems like a battle to the little mouse. To him, it's mighty gladiators circling each other, to her, it's a mischievous game that he probably doesn't know that he's playing. He is steadfast and solid, if a bit slow, and she is flame-quick, adaptable, albeit aimless.
They are similar though, they'll both end up alone, her in her palace of weeds and broken stones and he in his fortress of horse-bodies and imaginary crowns. Hers will be forged from her unwillingness to make connections or loyalties, the fact that she does to her heart's content and no more than that. She is a spider, or a weasel, and he is an ox.
"Knowledge is power," she comments, with a pleasant, polite smile. "Have you discovered much so far?" Of course, she just couldn't care less about the friends he had made.
"Yes. Knapweed." she says, with a playful tilt of her head. "Do you not know your wildflowers?" What a sad existence he must lead to know more about his kingdom than of the world. Then again, he probably does not give much thought to the beauty in which he lives; he is probably more focused on keeping up with his kingdom-mates.
Da considers his question for a moment. She plays briefly with the idea of telling him a lie, but the truth seems more appealing. It's as unbelievable as any lie, at any rate. "The trees told me." she says, with an innocent smile.
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They are similar though, they'll both end up alone, her in her palace of weeds and broken stones and he in his fortress of horse-bodies and imaginary crowns. Hers will be forged from her unwillingness to make connections or loyalties, the fact that she does to her heart's content and no more than that. She is a spider, or a weasel, and he is an ox.
"Knowledge is power," she comments, with a pleasant, polite smile. "Have you discovered much so far?" Of course, she just couldn't care less about the friends he had made.
"Yes. Knapweed." she says, with a playful tilt of her head. "Do you not know your wildflowers?" What a sad existence he must lead to know more about his kingdom than of the world. Then again, he probably does not give much thought to the beauty in which he lives; he is probably more focused on keeping up with his kingdom-mates.
Da considers his question for a moment. She plays briefly with the idea of telling him a lie, but the truth seems more appealing. It's as unbelievable as any lie, at any rate. "The trees told me." she says, with an innocent smile.