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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 11:39 am
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Catinka, on the other hand, was simply lost.
Or, well, sort of. She'd orient herself to face the school again, only to find herself distracted halfway there by a leaf scudding along in front of a breeze, or she'd walk down into a hollow where she lost sight of the school and when she came out find she'd totally lost her direction.
Truth told, though, she wasn't trying especially hard to be found again. Where Aisha was stewing, Catinka was fairly frolicking, enjoying the chance to stretch her legs, enjoying a day without the pressures of a schedule she'd inevitably fail to adhere to.
She eventually caught sight of someone else between the trees and far away, and hesitated. Yes, a day without pressure was enjoyable, but Catinka's kind moved in flocks, and so the idea of company was more enjoyable still. She thrived on chance encounters, although certain more recent ones had left her with a taste for caution. But surely most creeple were good, right?
On that note she trotted in the general direction of said company and--after occasionally getting sidetracked again--eventually found herself popping up between two trees, flustered and breathless and her scarf all askew, and opening her mouth to say something before the words died in her throat as she recognized Aisha as the girl from the booth and her cheeks went darker still. Had she had a friend handy to hide her face against she would have. As it was she simply pulled her scarf over her mouth to hide behind it and shyly said: "Oh. Hello."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 5:37 am
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This question faintly baffled her, and her brow wrinkled in consternation, fingers falling still. Her eyes, milky and faintly luminescent, wandered away from Aisha's face as she considered the question solemnly.
"Yes," she said eventually. "I do not like Lurks-Beneath of Famine Clan, because he is a bully."
Apparently one Horseman counted for a species, or possibly Catinka was just confused by the question. It had, mercifully, spared her from politely asking where all of last year's dogs had gone this year.
"Why?"
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