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Cwolf0615
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Her comment about Jackal's name must have struck a nerve. At least, that's what Willow assumed, since he started in on a rather long speech. What a bore. She didn't even bother listening; instead she simply nodded her head.
"Jackal is what I am figuratively and literally."
How stupid. What was that even supposed to mean? Not that she cared. It still sounded made up to her. But oh well, she'd just let it go. After all, she was outside; She wasn't locked up in some dumb little room anymore! There was no reason to spend this time bickering with some weird old guy about whether or not his name was real.
Turning her attention back to her surroundings, she continued to glance around. It was so strange, to be out in the open again. She could hardly believe it. How long had it been since she'd been locked away in this awful place? Days? Months? Years? It had felt like years. No, not just years, it had felt like decades, centuries, maybe even millenniums. When it came to an actual amount of time, though, she could give none. For the moment, she was absolutely clueless. She didn't know what day it was, she didn't know for sure why they had took her, and she didn't know where she was. She didn't like that, the not knowing; It made her feel helpless, and that was certainly not a feeling she liked. Why, it was probably one of her least favorite feelings in the entire world.
Upon hearing his latest utterance, Willow shot her gaze over towards Jackal for a moment, and allowed her arm to drop back to her side. "I know that!" She snapped quickly, letting out a small huff. "I have been outside before."
She had found his words slightly unnerving. Had it really been that obvious she was nervous? She hated when people noticed things like that. She didn't want them to think she was weak. She wasn't, after all! She was tough, she wasn't a stupid fraidy cat like some other kids her age. ...Right? She had been nervous to go outside. Only a real idiot would feel like that. Then again, maybe she was getting herself worked up over nothing. He might not have even meant anything by what he said. He did seem weird, after all. For all she knew he might not have even suspected she was feeling a bit afraid.
"Jackal is what I am figuratively and literally."
How stupid. What was that even supposed to mean? Not that she cared. It still sounded made up to her. But oh well, she'd just let it go. After all, she was outside; She wasn't locked up in some dumb little room anymore! There was no reason to spend this time bickering with some weird old guy about whether or not his name was real.
Turning her attention back to her surroundings, she continued to glance around. It was so strange, to be out in the open again. She could hardly believe it. How long had it been since she'd been locked away in this awful place? Days? Months? Years? It had felt like years. No, not just years, it had felt like decades, centuries, maybe even millenniums. When it came to an actual amount of time, though, she could give none. For the moment, she was absolutely clueless. She didn't know what day it was, she didn't know for sure why they had took her, and she didn't know where she was. She didn't like that, the not knowing; It made her feel helpless, and that was certainly not a feeling she liked. Why, it was probably one of her least favorite feelings in the entire world.
Upon hearing his latest utterance, Willow shot her gaze over towards Jackal for a moment, and allowed her arm to drop back to her side. "I know that!" She snapped quickly, letting out a small huff. "I have been outside before."
She had found his words slightly unnerving. Had it really been that obvious she was nervous? She hated when people noticed things like that. She didn't want them to think she was weak. She wasn't, after all! She was tough, she wasn't a stupid fraidy cat like some other kids her age. ...Right? She had been nervous to go outside. Only a real idiot would feel like that. Then again, maybe she was getting herself worked up over nothing. He might not have even meant anything by what he said. He did seem weird, after all. For all she knew he might not have even suspected she was feeling a bit afraid.