11-24-2018, 12:18 AM
Love was something she didn't know much about. She was an orphan since she was young, not knowing the love of parents, only the merciless nature of the streets. She stayed in a group of other kids like her, and while she did grow close to a few of them, it didn't last long until she was finally taken in. Even then, what she was shown wasn't love--it was only a blind worship, an adoration born from their own faith. She was just an object to them, like a holy statuette.
Ymir lifts her head at Marina's voice, ears perked forward. Her curiosity was immediately piqued, noticing the uncertain way she was speaking and carrying herself. She didn't know much about her but she knew enough that this was unusual. Nevertheless, she pads closer, wanting to hear what she has to say. If it made her this uneasy, then it must have been juicy.
But, alas, it wasn't as interesting as she would have expected. Or it wasn't to her at least. She didn't even really know who this Pincher guy was. She didn't know much about the other clans, anyway. "That's nice, I guess. Who's this lucky Pincher guy?" she asks, sounding somewhat bored. She probably wouldn't be after it was explained to her, though. "character's speech."
Ymir lifts her head at Marina's voice, ears perked forward. Her curiosity was immediately piqued, noticing the uncertain way she was speaking and carrying herself. She didn't know much about her but she knew enough that this was unusual. Nevertheless, she pads closer, wanting to hear what she has to say. If it made her this uneasy, then it must have been juicy.
But, alas, it wasn't as interesting as she would have expected. Or it wasn't to her at least. She didn't even really know who this Pincher guy was. She didn't know much about the other clans, anyway. "That's nice, I guess. Who's this lucky Pincher guy?" she asks, sounding somewhat bored. She probably wouldn't be after it was explained to her, though. "character's speech."