06-08-2019, 05:29 PM
he remained silent, simply watching her inch closer to him. it was by habit that he assess her actions and expressions, reading her next move. despite how small she was and the clear lack of a threat she gave, mikolaj couldn't stop himself. a habit that would never leave him, it seemed.
the way she spoke his name made him slightly... uncomfortable. her pronunciation might have been slightly off, that wasn't why. again his mind was sent back to those decades ago. the little girl that belonged to the family that housed him. though it did not show through facial expressions, his eyes couldn't meet hers for several moments. he did not wish to speak more with moth but he did, and that in itself was strange to him. mikolaj never felt the need to speak or explain himself. why now?
"is polish." he explained, finding the nerve to make eye contact again. "do not know the translation... but is polish." what was he saying? why are you talking. głupi. mikolaj sighed quietly to himself. he almost missed her question while mentally berating himself for being so strange.
a favorite part of the territory? he glanced around them, trying to think. did he have a favorite spot? there were some that were visited more frequently than others... he would not say he favored it, though. "no. favorite place is not here." nothing in the territory was exactly favorable to him. he would much rather be where he felt he belonged more.
"favorite place... far from here. too far for moth."
"SPEECH"
the way she spoke his name made him slightly... uncomfortable. her pronunciation might have been slightly off, that wasn't why. again his mind was sent back to those decades ago. the little girl that belonged to the family that housed him. though it did not show through facial expressions, his eyes couldn't meet hers for several moments. he did not wish to speak more with moth but he did, and that in itself was strange to him. mikolaj never felt the need to speak or explain himself. why now?
"is polish." he explained, finding the nerve to make eye contact again. "do not know the translation... but is polish." what was he saying? why are you talking. głupi. mikolaj sighed quietly to himself. he almost missed her question while mentally berating himself for being so strange.
a favorite part of the territory? he glanced around them, trying to think. did he have a favorite spot? there were some that were visited more frequently than others... he would not say he favored it, though. "no. favorite place is not here." nothing in the territory was exactly favorable to him. he would much rather be where he felt he belonged more.
"favorite place... far from here. too far for moth."
"SPEECH"