LIVING IN A MATERIAL WORLD. hira.
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❝ MY PRETTY WEEPER ❞
It was Hira, pudgy shyness and all as she stared down at the stranger with a tilt of her head, a blush coming onto her freckled cheeks at his inquiry. Had her broken English been incomprehensible again? "You is by Solaris Kingdom borders.. Named and business?" It was general protocol to ask the simple name and business statement, or so she had learned from the three clans she managed to live in since she was 8 moons old. She would ask for the important information, and the patient strangers would answer; normally. The last time didn't go so well, and so her trust and confidence speaking to those who waited at the borders had been lowered greatly. Still, this man seemed nice. And her heart was too big to simply leave him out in the barren desert alone. Plus, her father would be extremely disappointed if she hadn't at least confronted him of his business. He seemed at peace, though, watching the cacti intensely. She was almost jealous.
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"no wonder it smells strange." its mention ushered the varying strains of smells in and, in the process, overwhelmed his perpeutally shaky intake. dry coughs beat his throat and put an end to the beautiful hush ideal to him.
once excused from the sharp sounds, he then nosed an answer back. "name's smokerlungs and i'm checking your territory out." boundaries aren't a subject he'd be extremely keen on seeing as how he'd only just entered clan life. customs, alliances, politics - all concerning the affairs of the shadow veil would have to be similarly surveyed. the difficulty lie in his predisposed view respecting the individual. invisible barriers had not guarded a certain area in his life and rules had been things to ignore depending on whether moral code possesed more value than what other beasts abided by.
he turned a circuit about a barrel-shaped cactus before cocking his head ever so slightly. "what're these?"
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❝ MY PRETTY WEEPER ❞
He was oddly at home for someone who didn't belong. He seemed so calm, too, like that of either a wise old man, or a tired, broken man. He smelled faintly of Shadow Veil, which would make him one of her enemies as the two clans had recently dropped their alliance, but there was something about the way he spoke to her that hushed the ginger into a secret vow of silence. His coughs sent Hira into a panic, as if he could spout blood at any moment, but it was only paranoia getting the best of her. "D-Do you need's some water?" She questioned softly, and though it was a question of common courtesy, there was something more genuine about the way she asked."That..?" Hiraeth pointed at the prickly plant, one of her brows raising up higher than the other in disbelief. The new world transfer was considerably recent, but still, the Derelict Expanse had been here long enough and surely everybody knew deserts was where these cacti resided? Maybe this was a trick question, had he been testing her? "A cactus. They grow'ed little pink flowers sometimes. They are very pretty."
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"i'm fine." his assurance fell into the category of truthful things, though, deep within, he supposed a drop of water would be alright. as it stood, his throat was like a well that'd fallen into shambles, barren at the bottom and with cracked walls. hopes of restoring it, in addition to his complete strength, had completely dried up.
he didn't see a trace of trouble in the other clanner at all. she wasn't going to hurt him and she wasn't going to chase him off. she hadn't the nature for that, so far as he could observe. no, she had manners and gentleness and tolerance. and they both were in opposing clans, sure, but it wasn't their fault that a crazed big cat had muddied a clan alliance.
in unabashed honesty, he hadn't spotted a cactus before. they were myths to the city he was raised in. one may call it ignorance but he'd call it not knowing any better. "are they in bloom now?"