06-02-2018, 02:02 AM
Barb sighed, surveying the somewhat motley crew that had assembled before her. They'd really sent out the welcome wagon--it had been a long time since Barb had encountered even one person, let alone four. She wondered if she shouldn't be self-conscious of her disheveled state--but, you know. Nah. That sort of thing was all horseshit anyway.
She dipped her head politely, just the slightest bit nervous about what would happen if these people decided they didn't like her. Besides, the little one seemed to have authority, and that was something she hadn't dealt with in a long time--nor had she ever really enjoyed it. But he seemed polite enough, and spoke with an accent that sounded nicely familiar. It was a shame, though, what he said about the water. And the welcome, she figured, even if the whole idea of being allowed to do certain things by others didn't sit especially well. Barb paused for a moment, and then nodded.
"I reckon," she began, though she had the sort of feeling that she might regret this, "that I could take you up on that, for a while at least. I've been travelin' for... ooh, a dog's age." She turned to look at the canines. "Beg pardon." She saw that the little one was holding his paw out to her, and though she was only vaguely familiar with the concept, she extended hers proudly and... got a nasty surprise. She let out a yelp, and nearly jumped out of her fleabitten fur--before righting herself and cracking a wide smile.
Reckon I'll get along with you just fine, she said with a wink. And then, satisfied, she turned to the jaguar--who had bothered to ask her name. Barb would probably get along well with her, too. I'm Barb, by the by. 'S... good to meet y'all.
She dipped her head politely, just the slightest bit nervous about what would happen if these people decided they didn't like her. Besides, the little one seemed to have authority, and that was something she hadn't dealt with in a long time--nor had she ever really enjoyed it. But he seemed polite enough, and spoke with an accent that sounded nicely familiar. It was a shame, though, what he said about the water. And the welcome, she figured, even if the whole idea of being allowed to do certain things by others didn't sit especially well. Barb paused for a moment, and then nodded.
"I reckon," she began, though she had the sort of feeling that she might regret this, "that I could take you up on that, for a while at least. I've been travelin' for... ooh, a dog's age." She turned to look at the canines. "Beg pardon." She saw that the little one was holding his paw out to her, and though she was only vaguely familiar with the concept, she extended hers proudly and... got a nasty surprise. She let out a yelp, and nearly jumped out of her fleabitten fur--before righting herself and cracking a wide smile.
Reckon I'll get along with you just fine, she said with a wink. And then, satisfied, she turned to the jaguar--who had bothered to ask her name. Barb would probably get along well with her, too. I'm Barb, by the by. 'S... good to meet y'all.