The girl, and her companion, are high-tailing their way in the general direction of no people in a silence which is only one step away from being un- or super-natural.
People running are running from something in Makita's experience. Often the things being run from are dangerous. Which is why Makita's hand emerges from her coat with a pistol and she stares at where thie new woman came in.
When nothing follows, she heads out the back to see if the woman was injured by whatever she was running from. Her pistol is still gripped lightly in her hand.
Well, Makita is a person. She is a rather small girl though, and the oversized fur hat and the coat make her look even smaller. She's seen that look, the one of almost uncontrollable fear, in survivors of units almost wiped out in the war.
She just sits quietly in the snow, not making any attempt to approach. Simply watching. Once the woman has had some time to grow used to her presence Makita may try talking to her.
Outside, in the quiet and the cold, a very small man swathed from head to foot in white rabbit-fur clothing (parka and trousers, nothing fancy) is giving a tiny puppy its first introduction to the cold.
All right, its second, but nearly dying of exposure at birth isn't the same thing.
He looks up at the sound of footfalls, and reflexively goes very still.
Her steps are nearly as quiet as the deer her dress once was. She stops, the long-legged hound with her stops, and both stare unerringly at the tiny man and the tiny puppy.
Ash is more concerned with the puppy than she is with the man. Deerskin's eyes are wide and fey.
He says nothing. It's a rule of his- one broken often of late, but still- that he doesn't talk to a woman he doesn't already know, or that he hasn't been introduced to. It doesn't mean he can't be polite, though; he nods his head once.
One gloved hand reaches out to stroke the little puppy gently as it stumbles back to lean against his boot.
She doesn't speak either. It has been (years) time since she last did. Ash is still looking at the puppy like it might do something strange and potentially violent.
She has never been a mother (either). I don't know that kind of dog.
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It will never be as fine a feeling as flight, but with the sharp chill in the air, if he closes his eyes and pretends, he can almost believe--
Almost.
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She's fairly certain that she can reach the woods before he can catch her.
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Nonetheless, he stops as well, body gone almost statue-still.
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She hasn't spoken in a very, very long time. Her voice chooses not to work. She chooses not to try too hard.
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A few moments later, she steps outside herself, untroubled by the cold despite her bare limbs, and looks around for the girl.
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Serafina goes with calling, her voice loud enough to carry, but gentle.
"Child? I can see you are frightened, but I mean you no harm."
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When nothing follows, she heads out the back to see if the woman was injured by whatever she was running from. Her pistol is still gripped lightly in her hand.
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Moonwoman, she is afraid of other people.
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She just sits quietly in the snow, not making any attempt to approach. Simply watching. Once the woman has had some time to grow used to her presence Makita may try talking to her.
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She was ready, she was. She was. Long limbs are barely covered, she is wearing nothing but a white deerskin tunic.
It isn't the cold that makes her tremble.
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All right, its second, but nearly dying of exposure at birth isn't the same thing.
He looks up at the sound of footfalls, and reflexively goes very still.
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Ash is more concerned with the puppy than she is with the man. Deerskin's eyes are wide and fey.
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One gloved hand reaches out to stroke the little puppy gently as it stumbles back to lean against his boot.
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She has never been a mother (either). I don't know that kind of dog.
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There's a redhead (she's not a redhead she doesn't have a head she's just a head) sitting on top of Bar and watching her with a
SmIlE
that wavers constantly.
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smirk
lAuGh
cry
and lean forward, a little, looking
directly
at the woman.
"Hi."
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