by Mikaela Silverscribe on July 2nd, 2013, 4:50 pm
((My apologies; I needed to think of something interesting to do. Also, I was slacking. A lot. The next reply shouldn't take so long.))
Having given up the chase for mice, at least for the hour, Mikaela returned to the docks, where she sat for a moment longer, staring out at the sea again. Where did he went? Should have returned by now. Left in the morning, too, he did. Was it years now? He say to continue mouse-hunt and wait at docks. I wait, but nowhere does he show up, now. Must be busy somewhere.
Mikaela continued to converse with herself about the friend that had led her to Zeltiva while Titus and Leila held a less mournful conversation about encountering each other. Mikaela pawed at the water; now that her coat was already soaked, it couldn't make that big a difference. However, she still didn't especially like the feeling of it, and she lay down on the dock, her tail dangling over the edge but not touching the water. Dry now, fur, please? Not pleasant when wet, it is.
Mikaela had an odd way of speaking, a dialect that fit her comfortably but caused curiosity wherever she went, especially in her friend, who had once taught her how to speak "properly." He say to wait, but never does he show up.
The silver fox paused a moment, apparently slightly fascinated in a conversation held between two strangers. A sudden bout of loneliness overtook her for a moment, long enough for her to launch herself at the dock that held the man and wind herself around his feet. Pay attention to me, she implied as she rubbed her wet fur against his legs. I'm right here. Do something.