09-08-2020, 12:55 PM
[shadow=black,left]THE QUIET ONE[/shadow]
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Quiet came almost as if she had been there the entire time. For a moment, there was nothing but thin air at the back of the crowd. The next, the maned wolf sat there, materializing without a sound to peer curiously at the group of Pittians surrounding their new leader. They were conversing, it seemed, bouncing questions off of Gael.
Quiet wasn't sure how to vocalize her own questions. She hardly knew him. Every night since her joining, she had looked at the night sky, hoping to see Silent's imposing figure nestled comfortably in the shadows—he had been there, during her Blooding, and then he had disappeared, leaving another to take up his duty as their leader.
A leader she did not know. She wasn't sure how to feel about that.
"What—" Her voice came raspy and uncertain, hard from the many months she had gone without speaking. It was the first time she'd ever formed words since joining the Pitt, and honestly she would have preferred to go longer, but she doubted she could ask any questions without speaking them first. Her curiosity grew the more their new leader spoke, and she finally indulged, allowing more words to slip past her teeth. "What is a faerie?"
[table][tr][td]Quiet wasn't sure how to vocalize her own questions. She hardly knew him. Every night since her joining, she had looked at the night sky, hoping to see Silent's imposing figure nestled comfortably in the shadows—he had been there, during her Blooding, and then he had disappeared, leaving another to take up his duty as their leader.
A leader she did not know. She wasn't sure how to feel about that.
"What—" Her voice came raspy and uncertain, hard from the many months she had gone without speaking. It was the first time she'd ever formed words since joining the Pitt, and honestly she would have preferred to go longer, but she doubted she could ask any questions without speaking them first. Her curiosity grew the more their new leader spoke, and she finally indulged, allowing more words to slip past her teeth. "What is a faerie?"
5 YEARS
[/td][td]PITTIAN
[/td][td]THE PITT
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] A SWEET SHOT OF KEROSENE: