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Contrary to Leita's patience, Thalia's wait was uncomfortable. She was unsure that what she said was accepted; the pause seemed too long. Would the stranger attack? Touching painful subjects was often dangerous. Thalia tensed during the silence that passed while Leita thought. Her muscles relaxed as the selkie turned away from her.
Listening to her words carefully, Thalia thought upon them. Why must she speak so cryptically?! she thought, but dismissed it as impolite quickly. The kelpie longed to ask what that meant, but decided against it. Instead, she simply nodded. Thalia guessed at its meaning, but wasn't sure if she was correct.
Thalia continued trying to identify Leita. The stark contrast between her skin, hair, and the rest of her face was eye-catching. There seemed to be a familiar yet confusing aura about Leita, one of water, yet water that was not familiar to Thalia. That was another question that she wished to ask if the opportunity arose.
Noticing the sun setting, Thalia returned the half woven reeds back to her bag, woven from a similar material. She let herself slip off the branch she was on prior and onto the ground below. A soft thud could be heard as she reached the ground less than gracefully, as her legs were still sore from remaining still for so long. She landed in a crouching position with the fingertips of one hand lightly resting on the ground. Thalia hoped her descent wouldn't startle Leita. She quickly looked up to the selkie. She rose cautiously, watching Leita's movements.
Listening to her words carefully, Thalia thought upon them. Why must she speak so cryptically?! she thought, but dismissed it as impolite quickly. The kelpie longed to ask what that meant, but decided against it. Instead, she simply nodded. Thalia guessed at its meaning, but wasn't sure if she was correct.
Thalia continued trying to identify Leita. The stark contrast between her skin, hair, and the rest of her face was eye-catching. There seemed to be a familiar yet confusing aura about Leita, one of water, yet water that was not familiar to Thalia. That was another question that she wished to ask if the opportunity arose.
Noticing the sun setting, Thalia returned the half woven reeds back to her bag, woven from a similar material. She let herself slip off the branch she was on prior and onto the ground below. A soft thud could be heard as she reached the ground less than gracefully, as her legs were still sore from remaining still for so long. She landed in a crouching position with the fingertips of one hand lightly resting on the ground. Thalia hoped her descent wouldn't startle Leita. She quickly looked up to the selkie. She rose cautiously, watching Leita's movements.
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