07-20-2018, 10:03 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]It was the steady murmur of voices that vaguely sounded other than English that brought Sombra over, ever curious as her nature made her out to be. There was very little the girl wasn’t ready to stick her nose into, her socialization skills not lacking in the same way as Lazarus seemed to, but rather in the uncanny ability to not take a hint. Or maybe she was just obstinate and it wasn’t an inborn inability but one she donned by choice.
That sounded more like it.
Either way, it was exactly why the suddenly flying sign that just barely missed the weasel didn’t deter her whatsoever, and rather piqued her interest all the more, ushering Sombra to scurry over at an increased speed lest she miss something interesting.
And who else was it but her favorite ‘Grass-isn’t-that-great” Gabriel, doing gods knows what with all those planks and a guy next to him who, evidently, had a mouth of sass on him who spoke Spanish as well. It seemed she had hit the jackpot when it came to which direction Sombra had decided to waddle in after leaving her old home. She never expected this much Spanish out in the world.
She figured, as a result, that it was safe to drop the English at least for the time being, and with a grin and a flourish, the Weasel scurried even closer, not at all taking into consideration what ‘personal space’ was and cozying up to where Gabriel was while eyeing Lazarus to try and get a feel for him. She wasn’t about to test her luck, not with those jaws... though she guessed Gabriel wasn’t any better with that beak of his.
But at least Gabe she sort of knew, and knew that he had good taste in humor, and that she was still thinking about asking him to go set fire to something. What? He had indirectly offered it. Sorta.
“¿Está todo bien?” the question was uttered with one of her usual mischievous smiles, taking her eyes off of Lazarus for the time being to peer up at the hybrid instead, then at the sign that had nearly hit and probably killed her. A sorry way to die, that would be.
Sometimes she wished she’d been born as something... bigger. It was a bitch and a half trying to survive as a prey animal when everything was ready to eat you. Now she had to worry about shit falling from the sky as well.
But she didn’t point that out, for now. It was better not to try and anger either of them... for the time being, of course. She could nag about flying signs later, once she knew why they were flying to begin with.
That sounded more like it.
Either way, it was exactly why the suddenly flying sign that just barely missed the weasel didn’t deter her whatsoever, and rather piqued her interest all the more, ushering Sombra to scurry over at an increased speed lest she miss something interesting.
And who else was it but her favorite ‘Grass-isn’t-that-great” Gabriel, doing gods knows what with all those planks and a guy next to him who, evidently, had a mouth of sass on him who spoke Spanish as well. It seemed she had hit the jackpot when it came to which direction Sombra had decided to waddle in after leaving her old home. She never expected this much Spanish out in the world.
She figured, as a result, that it was safe to drop the English at least for the time being, and with a grin and a flourish, the Weasel scurried even closer, not at all taking into consideration what ‘personal space’ was and cozying up to where Gabriel was while eyeing Lazarus to try and get a feel for him. She wasn’t about to test her luck, not with those jaws... though she guessed Gabriel wasn’t any better with that beak of his.
But at least Gabe she sort of knew, and knew that he had good taste in humor, and that she was still thinking about asking him to go set fire to something. What? He had indirectly offered it. Sorta.
“¿Está todo bien?” the question was uttered with one of her usual mischievous smiles, taking her eyes off of Lazarus for the time being to peer up at the hybrid instead, then at the sign that had nearly hit and probably killed her. A sorry way to die, that would be.
Sometimes she wished she’d been born as something... bigger. It was a bitch and a half trying to survive as a prey animal when everything was ready to eat you. Now she had to worry about shit falling from the sky as well.
But she didn’t point that out, for now. It was better not to try and anger either of them... for the time being, of course. She could nag about flying signs later, once she knew why they were flying to begin with.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden