[Of course is an answer that throws her off. Why would it be of course? Shionne has yet to meet anyone here. Really, for the longest time, it's only been her. Her, this weight in her chest. These... the people who follow her (or is she following them? Where did they come from?)
Shionne's eyes follow the owl, shifting her legs as she relaxes once again. If the owl is content to be so close to her, there's not much to be wary of, is there?
It's so... so cute. It looks so soft.]
When? [She looks up again, her blue eyes level. There's a relaxation to Shionne's posture, as if climbing up snowy mountains is simply a spot of fun in her day. There's no weight. No prophecies, no knowledge of a sure, promised death. There's just... a girl, who doesn't want to be alone.
She pats the log beside her.] I don't... know. [And she should. She definitely should.] You said of course. And you know me? Are we... [She hesitates over the word, even now.] Friends?
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Shionne's eyes follow the owl, shifting her legs as she relaxes once again. If the owl is content to be so close to her, there's not much to be wary of, is there?
It's so... so cute. It looks so soft.]
When? [She looks up again, her blue eyes level. There's a relaxation to Shionne's posture, as if climbing up snowy mountains is simply a spot of fun in her day. There's no weight. No prophecies, no knowledge of a sure, promised death. There's just... a girl, who doesn't want to be alone.
She pats the log beside her.] I don't... know. [And she should. She definitely should.] You said of course. And you know me? Are we... [She hesitates over the word, even now.] Friends?