10-14-2019, 10:12 PM
Tanglewood felt like a small place whenever Worm was near.
That wasn't to say she felt any malice towards the larger male - quite the opposite, as he was overall one of the two people she actually knew in this clan, and one of the very few who knew her name. Indeed, she very much liked the man, though admittedly not in the way that Indie did - but that was getting ahead of herself. Worm made the world of Tanglewood feel small because he was simply everywhere. No matter what she did, no matter where she went, he was always there - and as a lady of the sea, someone who was used to her environment being somewhat fluid in terms of who was around, she wasn't used to it. Everything up on land was so locked in place. Sure, there was the geography of the ocean, the hills and the reefs (reeves?), the forests of kelp, the crab shells and eel dens. But overall, most sapient, or not specifically communicating, life tended to move around a lot, to where she rarely saw the same face twice... excepting her family, of course. They were always there, no matter what.
Not like she could do much if separated from them.
Wormwood - she still disliked that name for him, such a putrid name for a being such as he, who was large and bold, even though his mannerisms were more sheepish than lion - made the world feel small, but the good thing about a small world was that it was easier to navigate. Easier to learn, to figure out. Most of all it was easier to learn all the people in a small world.
Perhaps her metaphor was getting off course.
Magnetically, she was drawn to the winged lion, the color of fire and sunset, following his scent through the clan (it wasn't stalking if she was far enough away, right?) though it was intertwined with two others. She should have known, really, given that his whole job seemed to be talking to people, but still. Every time the thought of meeting someone breached her brainspace she began to take water, to sink into the deep seas of dread, because new people could be seconds away from ripping her throat out, or worse - whatever worse could be.
Tentatively, the small turquoise femme crept around the golden lion, looking out with eyes the color of a chlorine pool at the new person. New people, rather - one a weird-looking cat (which she would later discover was called a caracal, and in fact a lot of cats looked like that) that talked with honeyed words that made Echo blush, and the other was a strange pink cat, who was - blind? Maybe? She couldn't tell, she didn't really know. Blind fish didn't swim very far unless they were in the Depths, after all.
Coming to walk alongside the trio, Echo made to poke at Wormwood, hoping he wouldn't mind introducing her. I cannot talk, but I want to meet these new people, she wanted to say, and oh, there were so many questions she wanted to ask, and the massive scar and her throat began to ache, and -
She stopped herself before she could spiral any further, and waited for Worm to react. And if he didn't, she could wait for someone to say something that she could echo back in response. This would be fine, she tried to tell herself. Some questions could go unanswered, she failed to tell herself.
That wasn't to say she felt any malice towards the larger male - quite the opposite, as he was overall one of the two people she actually knew in this clan, and one of the very few who knew her name. Indeed, she very much liked the man, though admittedly not in the way that Indie did - but that was getting ahead of herself. Worm made the world of Tanglewood feel small because he was simply everywhere. No matter what she did, no matter where she went, he was always there - and as a lady of the sea, someone who was used to her environment being somewhat fluid in terms of who was around, she wasn't used to it. Everything up on land was so locked in place. Sure, there was the geography of the ocean, the hills and the reefs (reeves?), the forests of kelp, the crab shells and eel dens. But overall, most sapient, or not specifically communicating, life tended to move around a lot, to where she rarely saw the same face twice... excepting her family, of course. They were always there, no matter what.
Not like she could do much if separated from them.
Wormwood - she still disliked that name for him, such a putrid name for a being such as he, who was large and bold, even though his mannerisms were more sheepish than lion - made the world feel small, but the good thing about a small world was that it was easier to navigate. Easier to learn, to figure out. Most of all it was easier to learn all the people in a small world.
Perhaps her metaphor was getting off course.
Magnetically, she was drawn to the winged lion, the color of fire and sunset, following his scent through the clan (it wasn't stalking if she was far enough away, right?) though it was intertwined with two others. She should have known, really, given that his whole job seemed to be talking to people, but still. Every time the thought of meeting someone breached her brainspace she began to take water, to sink into the deep seas of dread, because new people could be seconds away from ripping her throat out, or worse - whatever worse could be.
Tentatively, the small turquoise femme crept around the golden lion, looking out with eyes the color of a chlorine pool at the new person. New people, rather - one a weird-looking cat (which she would later discover was called a caracal, and in fact a lot of cats looked like that) that talked with honeyed words that made Echo blush, and the other was a strange pink cat, who was - blind? Maybe? She couldn't tell, she didn't really know. Blind fish didn't swim very far unless they were in the Depths, after all.
Coming to walk alongside the trio, Echo made to poke at Wormwood, hoping he wouldn't mind introducing her. I cannot talk, but I want to meet these new people, she wanted to say, and oh, there were so many questions she wanted to ask, and the massive scar and her throat began to ache, and -
She stopped herself before she could spiral any further, and waited for Worm to react. And if he didn't, she could wait for someone to say something that she could echo back in response. This would be fine, she tried to tell herself. Some questions could go unanswered, she failed to tell herself.
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