11-12-2018, 04:28 PM
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immediately, billie could sense that this first approacher was dissatisfied with the speed in which this process was going. billie, however, quite liked to take things slow. unless she was fighting of course, though the rush on a battlefield was only because everyone else hurried so she had little choice but to go along with them.
poor thing, she’d think to herself, resisting the urge to smile at her own thoughts, whoever would teach her that faster is better? thoughts like this were harmless, when they stayed in your head. but other thoughts, angry thoughts, frustrated thoughts – they were the reasons she’d been... removed from her family. but they didn’t need her, and frankly, billie didn’t need them.
”not all of us like to talk to ourselves,” she’d shoot right back, demeanor calm and composed, ”these things go better when you know you have an audience. otherwise you look like you’ve gone mad.” this didn’t seem to bother her, but rather amuse her, as did most things in life.
at the new questions, and the lion’s approach, her eyes would shift between the two. ”my name is billie, no last name, and i come from nowhere. or everywhere. take your pick. my family moved around for a while, but i figured i was a little old to live under mother’s paw, so here i am, looking for somewhere else to live. preferably not under a paw, just a leader.” this didn’t quite strike her as a crowd who enjoyed a joke, but they spilled out none the less, gaze shifting between the pair.
immediately, billie could sense that this first approacher was dissatisfied with the speed in which this process was going. billie, however, quite liked to take things slow. unless she was fighting of course, though the rush on a battlefield was only because everyone else hurried so she had little choice but to go along with them.
poor thing, she’d think to herself, resisting the urge to smile at her own thoughts, whoever would teach her that faster is better? thoughts like this were harmless, when they stayed in your head. but other thoughts, angry thoughts, frustrated thoughts – they were the reasons she’d been... removed from her family. but they didn’t need her, and frankly, billie didn’t need them.
”not all of us like to talk to ourselves,” she’d shoot right back, demeanor calm and composed, ”these things go better when you know you have an audience. otherwise you look like you’ve gone mad.” this didn’t seem to bother her, but rather amuse her, as did most things in life.
at the new questions, and the lion’s approach, her eyes would shift between the two. ”my name is billie, no last name, and i come from nowhere. or everywhere. take your pick. my family moved around for a while, but i figured i was a little old to live under mother’s paw, so here i am, looking for somewhere else to live. preferably not under a paw, just a leader.” this didn’t quite strike her as a crowd who enjoyed a joke, but they spilled out none the less, gaze shifting between the pair.