Our world is being torn a{p}art...

"Oh?" She said with interest as her eyes flicked over to Bunny. "Well, I slept well." She hummed as she came close to eating half of her bowl. "Today will be kind of a slow day since it's still dreary outside." She announced with a pleased sigh, glad to be having a break in a while.

"Finally," Ryland said with a relieved sigh. God he was probably going to sleep the whole day through.

Is she picking up that power that ghost had in the other rp? Or is she trying to explain empathy or something.

Once Ryland was done he stood slipping his jacket over his pajamas. "I'll take care of the animals really quick." He announced as he sliipped on his shoes and left the house, his main job to grab the goat before in made another break for it and put it in the pen.

Mistral responed with a light 'okay' before she tucked back into her food and finished up. Once she was she placed her bowl and spoon into the sink as she considered what she should do today. Maybe she could work on her knitting some?

Lol which werewolf book is that in?

"That's.... odd?" Mistral said her brows furrowing slightly a small frown settleling on her lips. How was Bunny expecting her to take this? "Ryland really hasn't shown interest in anyone when it comes to courting a-and what-not." Feeling each others emotions? Destined to be together? She and Zephir couldn't feel each other's emotions. "Are you sure you aren't confusing your own emotions for his?" She asked hopefully. As nice of a girl Bunny was she wasn't sure she was okay with her son's psyche being pried into.

"There you go." Ryland poured oats into the goats trough. Since bringing the second goat in the two seemed to be getting along well thankfully. Hopefully they'll breed and they get some milk soon. He gave them both a quick rub between the horns and moved on to the chickens. "Hey girls," He greeted as a flurry of feathers greeted him as he opened up their coop. "Now let's get those eggs..."

Do you think that maybe we couldn't have the whole 'feel your emotions' thing? Sorry if it sounds rude or anything but I feel we could do without it.

Mistral's brows knitting together harder as she listened to her. "But that doesn't prove that he's the one feeling sad. Like I said you could be confusing your emotions for his." She repeated firmly yet her manners were still in a place of love. "Look dear," She started, gently placing her hand on top of hers and offering a smile. "I feel as if you're just looking to hard into things. It's probably the first time you liked someone right?" She said with an encouraging smile.

Ryland yawned as he set his basket of eggs onto of the coop reaching for a sack filled with chicken feed. "After this I'll leave you alone." He promised as he spread the feed around.

Okay!

Mistral let out a pleased hum leaning back into her seat. "I can help you if you'd like." She offered warmly as she stood moving to wash the dishes. "My boy is a bit obvious so he won't really notice at first."

"Notice what?" Ryland said through the open door as he entered the house, basket of eggs on hand. He gave both of them an odd look as he set the basket on the counter.

"Okaay," Ryland looked at Bunny weirdly his eyes flicking over to Mistral when a knowing giggle left her lips. The hell? He grunted as he reached for another apple. He bit into it as he made his way to the bookself and settled down once he picked out a book.

"Oh, by the way Bunny how many people are in your pack?" She asked as she picked up her knitting needles and yarn. She sat down in the rocking chair and leaned back with a pleased sigh.

"Mm." Mistral hummed a response as she notes her vauge answer. "Do.. you not talk to any of them?" She asked curiously as her fingers worked. Over, under, pearl; over, under pearl. At the moment she was working on a pair of socks. She sometimes got orders like these from the towns people in exchange for things she needed either money, or more yarn and linen ironically. She and Ryland wanted to get to a point where neither of them would need to depend on the townspeople at all when it came to materials, despite it being such a large goal. She would probably be an old woman when it came that wish of theirs finally came true.

Ryland stared at Bunny in an bemused manner. Isn't she the princess or whatever? Shouldn't she have at least a number of how many people were there? But then again this was the same girl who only took baths once a month so what did he know? He shrugged and returned his attention to the book he held, a collection of Edgar Allan's more famous works.

Ryland cocked an eyebrow over the book but didn't say anything as Mistral giggled. "Well, if it helps I don't think you're that way." She offered with a laugh. She glanced over to Ryland for a quick moment her lips settling in a smile.

When should Bunny's mother get introduced?

Umm Idk. When I chose names I try and find a name that has some sort of relavance to them. Both Mistral has a name that means storm and Zephir has a name that means the wind. Either that or I just think of a name that suits them.

Mistral lifted her hand in the air to view her handy work, humming happily. "Oh, I've been meaning to ask l, but are you okay sleeping on the floor?" She asked, knowing that it wasn't the most comfortable place to be.