10-24-2018, 06:37 PM
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MARIA
6 MONTHS
[/td][td]Maria generally had little interest in visiting the border; it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the other aesthetics the little slice of territory had to offer: sunsets, cliffs, stars, safety...supposedly. The only possible thing that might draw the young feline out to the border would be a large gathering of clanmates crowded around one particular boy - and, oh - look at that.
Half-hearted apologies and complaints fell from her lips as she made contact with the mass of people, trying to keep the sparks that popped at her paws under control. “Jeez, can you let a girl through? Sorry - ‘scuse me -”
Her ideals on large crowds weren’t great, seeing as they often overwhelmed her and there was no possible way she could address everything going on at once. However, this crowd was easy to slip through, her attention narrowed down to one Loverboy and one song by Queen.
Green optics curious, the Somali looked the boy up and down, humming “That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy,” under her breath. He didn’t look like anything super special - except those dark eyes were rather nice. Maria supposed he could grow into a heartbreaker, but for right now, he was friendly and open. She liked that, too. People who hid away their wants and feelings frustrated her, because they got mad when she skipped over something that was “blatantly obvious, Maria.” Clearly, it wasn’t obvious if she missed it!
“Your name might be the only one I actually remember.” Maria observed, a grin dancing on her lips. “But that might be because it’s a Queen song, too.” Nevertheless, he’d be remembered, and there was statement enough in that. “Nice t’meet you, Loverboy - wow, rolls right off the tongue - I’m Marianna. Call me Maria, please, I can’t stand my full name; it’s ugly -” - maybe she should just start introducing herself as Maria - “ - and we’d love to have you stick around. Some people here can be a stick in the mud, but we’re working on it.” The auburn feline shrugged.
[/td][/tr][/table]Half-hearted apologies and complaints fell from her lips as she made contact with the mass of people, trying to keep the sparks that popped at her paws under control. “Jeez, can you let a girl through? Sorry - ‘scuse me -”
Her ideals on large crowds weren’t great, seeing as they often overwhelmed her and there was no possible way she could address everything going on at once. However, this crowd was easy to slip through, her attention narrowed down to one Loverboy and one song by Queen.
Green optics curious, the Somali looked the boy up and down, humming “That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy,” under her breath. He didn’t look like anything super special - except those dark eyes were rather nice. Maria supposed he could grow into a heartbreaker, but for right now, he was friendly and open. She liked that, too. People who hid away their wants and feelings frustrated her, because they got mad when she skipped over something that was “blatantly obvious, Maria.” Clearly, it wasn’t obvious if she missed it!
“Your name might be the only one I actually remember.” Maria observed, a grin dancing on her lips. “But that might be because it’s a Queen song, too.” Nevertheless, he’d be remembered, and there was statement enough in that. “Nice t’meet you, Loverboy - wow, rolls right off the tongue - I’m Marianna. Call me Maria, please, I can’t stand my full name; it’s ugly -” - maybe she should just start introducing herself as Maria - “ - and we’d love to have you stick around. Some people here can be a stick in the mud, but we’re working on it.” The auburn feline shrugged.
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