[ No words, still. No: Wait, I'm coming there. The locket's video projection simply cuts off. Some minutes later, however, there she is, near the dining hall now too, stepping slowly close, as if she's worried about startling her.
Those triangle ears are folded back with a passive gentleness, a mama wolf coming to a pup out of her litter. It's true that she didn't give life to any of those in the Drabwurld, but she still feels the same sort of affection for them, as though she easily could have given life to the first of them, allowed them to copulate and make more.
Wanting very much to press and nudge against her, she has to sit a foot or so away, hold herself back. Some are averse to touch, and she oughtn't push them. Instead, she whines a bit, and paws the air at her, asking permission to come nearer. ]
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Those triangle ears are folded back with a passive gentleness, a mama wolf coming to a pup out of her litter. It's true that she didn't give life to any of those in the Drabwurld, but she still feels the same sort of affection for them, as though she easily could have given life to the first of them, allowed them to copulate and make more.
Wanting very much to press and nudge against her, she has to sit a foot or so away, hold herself back. Some are averse to touch, and she oughtn't push them. Instead, she whines a bit, and paws the air at her, asking permission to come nearer. ]