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02-15-2015, 12:46 PM
Scarecrow Artistry was a skill you would think Cerin would have. The constant drawing, charad-ing, and running around like a maniac was the way he communicated. Yet still, his oblong pictures in the sand looked something like that of a child's finger painting. The lines were jagged, uneven. The shapes were only vaguely reminiscent of what they actually should be. So thus the guessing games began. Her words started on the right track, at least she got the moon part. Each guess got a little closer until she hit it right on the head, he nodded gently. At least one was right, hopefully two. Moving to the next picture, she easily understood. At the confirmation of her words he visibly sighed off a weight. It would be better the less that he was around those with the muscle. He didn't know who the sultana was, but he was sure he did not want to meet her either. Two for three! Lets go for three for three! Leaning in, a smile settles upon his face as she accepts his friendship. At the sound of her words in his ear he snorted in agreement, pulling back slightly to look at her. Winking, he nodded towards his little cave. Even though he was accustomed to the night, he was still a growing, exhausted child. Yawning, he offered her a spot in the cave should she want it. Other than that though, he couldn't stick around for his eyes were drooping. Offering one last nudge of encouragement he set off towards his hideout. Hopefully they could meet again someday, and maybe a pretty badass friendship could spawn from it. Nothing like having a partner in crime to take on the world. Now the world was one horse safer. It didn't seem like a big open void that was going to grasp him up. This was a better start than he had be given at any place. Maybe this would lead to a more permanent residence. That would be wonderful. Call this wrapped now. <3 @[Spice] these words are all we have |
