07-18-2018, 01:22 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]And so she was taken from her calm state. The rabbit soaring overhead and the wreck of the splash in front of her. Her body stayed still, not a single twitch as she looked down upon the canine. Inside, her mind was completely rotting from within, but she simply swallowed, keeping her composure. She mostly hid her shock from Calypso's outburst to prevent any embarrassment that she would cause her if she yelped or got all riled up from the surprise. She figured the preservation of other's confidence was a good way to practice an unruffled exterior. Even if it was so hard to keep it up around the blonde.
"Good morning, Calypso." Rochelle responded casually, though she was cracking, and there was a humored glint in her amber eyes. She watched the pitbull in her idle moments, the pause giving the wolf enough time to properly observe her. And yet again, the feeling surged through her, mind and stomach and heart getting tossed into a whirlpool, sending her into a dream like state. Honestly, really, she had no clue of what to do or say, letting herself stay stagnant before finally, Calypso said something once again, and she could wrap herself in her words. Oh mercy, what was all of this?
She was glad she did listen to Cal, though, letting out a gentle huff of amusement. "Oh, no worries, my friend." She assured her warmly, letting her shoulders bob gently before resting back in their upright position. "How can you be so sure water doesn't like you? Maybe the water's just having a bad day?" Rochelle offered with the tilt of her head. It sounded quite silly, yes, but to Rochelle, there was some truth. Of the gods of water she worshiped, she would think Nedis, the god of storms, to be the one responsible for Calypso's misfortune. He was a vengeful and emotional god, and she wouldn't be surprised if he enjoyed playing some tricks on the pitbull for some laughs. The lupine felt the need to say something, though did not feel the need to drone on about religion and water with the poor girl. Instead, her look softened a bit, and she asked, "How have you been ... I mean, in the Typhoon. Has it been good? Except for ... this?" Rochelle asked timidly, recalling to the rabbit chase with a wash of sympathy.
"Good morning, Calypso." Rochelle responded casually, though she was cracking, and there was a humored glint in her amber eyes. She watched the pitbull in her idle moments, the pause giving the wolf enough time to properly observe her. And yet again, the feeling surged through her, mind and stomach and heart getting tossed into a whirlpool, sending her into a dream like state. Honestly, really, she had no clue of what to do or say, letting herself stay stagnant before finally, Calypso said something once again, and she could wrap herself in her words. Oh mercy, what was all of this?
She was glad she did listen to Cal, though, letting out a gentle huff of amusement. "Oh, no worries, my friend." She assured her warmly, letting her shoulders bob gently before resting back in their upright position. "How can you be so sure water doesn't like you? Maybe the water's just having a bad day?" Rochelle offered with the tilt of her head. It sounded quite silly, yes, but to Rochelle, there was some truth. Of the gods of water she worshiped, she would think Nedis, the god of storms, to be the one responsible for Calypso's misfortune. He was a vengeful and emotional god, and she wouldn't be surprised if he enjoyed playing some tricks on the pitbull for some laughs. The lupine felt the need to say something, though did not feel the need to drone on about religion and water with the poor girl. Instead, her look softened a bit, and she asked, "How have you been ... I mean, in the Typhoon. Has it been good? Except for ... this?" Rochelle asked timidly, recalling to the rabbit chase with a wash of sympathy.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags