she's still- they're still allowed in the town, and she really is grateful for that. she has a place to sleep that isn't a cave, a place to clean herself that isn't the muddy river, and a way of finding meat that doesn't involve killing anything. (it's not enough to stop the hunger, of course. she's only found one way to do that, and unless it kills her she'll never do it again.) but as lucky as she knows she is, sometimes the stares get to be too much. and sometimes it's the lack of stares - people looking the other way, pretending not to see her as she walks by.
she can't blame any of them for it. she wouldn't in a hundred years. but it builds up, and it hurts either way.
she's drawn from her thoughts by something- no, someone crashing into her. ]
Sorry- I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking-
[ they're short, but everyone's been short to her lately. what really draws her attention is that hair, blue and short and so familiar she double-takes. but this girl isn't sayaka, and that's probably for the better. she reaches down with her elongated arms, taking the girl's glasses and placing them gently in her hand. once she's done that, she laces her hands together and takes a few cautious steps back. ]
I'm sorry about that.
[ this girl... she doesn't look familiar, and that means she'll probably react badly. about all she can do right now is try to make herself look as nonthreatening as possible. ]
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she's still- they're still allowed in the town, and she really is grateful for that. she has a place to sleep that isn't a cave, a place to clean herself that isn't the muddy river, and a way of finding meat that doesn't involve killing anything. (it's not enough to stop the hunger, of course. she's only found one way to do that, and unless it kills her she'll never do it again.) but as lucky as she knows she is, sometimes the stares get to be too much. and sometimes it's the lack of stares - people looking the other way, pretending not to see her as she walks by.
she can't blame any of them for it. she wouldn't in a hundred years. but it builds up, and it hurts either way.
she's drawn from her thoughts by something- no, someone crashing into her. ]
Sorry- I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking-
[ they're short, but everyone's been short to her lately. what really draws her attention is that hair, blue and short and so familiar she double-takes. but this girl isn't sayaka, and that's probably for the better. she reaches down with her elongated arms, taking the girl's glasses and placing them gently in her hand. once she's done that, she laces her hands together and takes a few cautious steps back. ]
I'm sorry about that.
[ this girl... she doesn't look familiar, and that means she'll probably react badly. about all she can do right now is try to make herself look as nonthreatening as possible. ]