10-13-2019, 11:48 PM
a poor shame indie didn't focus that much on constellations and stars. she was so often compared to them by suitors, but maybe that's what turned her off from learning about them. if stars were anything like her, then she already knew enough about them. people knew their name across the globe and always dreamt of reaching for them, but never achieved.
rather narcissistic, but true. indie was not an easy girl to catch, often letting herself be shown and admired before turning back to her actual interests and responsibilities.
wormwood, someone who had greeted her when she was lost, was not one of those suitors. and how lucky he was; indie rather enjoyed toying with them before kicking them away. instead she saw wormwood as more of a friendly face after his cute 'coming out' to her after some playful advances. part of her wanted to play a bit of matchmaker with him, but knew she had to focus on more important things. the scent of what had called her here was rather strong in town, but it stopped at a dead end in the library. she was so close.
"oh my, my. wormwood, is that you at this hour?" the caracal purred as she approached him, pressing her nose to his much larger cheek in a greeting. she glanced up to see his view, tilting her head. "do you know them?" she asked. "my mother had me focus my studies on other things, so the skies never interested me much other than weather."
rather narcissistic, but true. indie was not an easy girl to catch, often letting herself be shown and admired before turning back to her actual interests and responsibilities.
wormwood, someone who had greeted her when she was lost, was not one of those suitors. and how lucky he was; indie rather enjoyed toying with them before kicking them away. instead she saw wormwood as more of a friendly face after his cute 'coming out' to her after some playful advances. part of her wanted to play a bit of matchmaker with him, but knew she had to focus on more important things. the scent of what had called her here was rather strong in town, but it stopped at a dead end in the library. she was so close.
"oh my, my. wormwood, is that you at this hour?" the caracal purred as she approached him, pressing her nose to his much larger cheek in a greeting. she glanced up to see his view, tilting her head. "do you know them?" she asked. "my mother had me focus my studies on other things, so the skies never interested me much other than weather."
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