honey what's your hurry - p, moomin

[fae .]

"Ahh! Oh, jeez, you scared me!" The cat yowled, jumping back a solid inch, soaking her hind legs in river water. Easily spooked as she was, she should've expected someone to approach her - while the territory was pretty big, it was still a small world, and people seemed to attract each other. The femme looked up at what was to her a large white dog, admittedly very, very large, bigger even than those humans she heard about. He was big enough for her to ride around, and he looked like he wouldn't even be bothered by the weight! "Sorry, um, I'm easily startled. I mean I'm Fae - my name isn't easily startled, that's just an explanation for - um." Her teeth dug into her tongue, looking up at the big dog with fear, and being comforted when she was met with an almost childlike gaze in return. She didn't have to stumble around her words, this was a nice person - he had kind eyes, and everyone else she had met here had kind eyes, and they were great, so he was great too. Flawless logic aside, she was still left with an introduction to make, and a person to meet.

"I'm Fae! What's your name, Mr. Big Dog? Oh, and while I'm at it,
what kind of dog are you?" A curious child at heart, as soon as she was met with new things and she was comfortable enough, she was off like a horse in the races. At least, her mouth was. Oh, she was being rude again, how could she - he had asked her a questions. "Oh, um, I'm trying to find clay. I've always wanted to try pottery,
and I've heard it's easiest to find clay by riverbanks, so here I am!"

tags - "speech"