12/13/2024, 5:13 PM
Sienna's brows furrowed in confusion at his question. "If you didn't want me to question it, why did you say it?" Surely he should've known people don't just mention things like undead frogs, right? Maybe he was the weird one. That was it, he was just weird. Sienna dared to side-eye him, her nose scrunching in the midst of her silent observation before his next words pulled her interest hurriedly.
"So, my friends can be assholes? You can?" Sienna would wonder aloud to him curiously, wonder soft in her hues. Assholes, she supposed she quite liked the word. It was...different. But then his bark brought her back to reality, her brows knitting above her head as she regarded him in confusion. "Don't bark at me! You do not know me, not truly, and I didn't mean it as an insult." No, he didn't know her. Sienna took to her birds and her flowers because they were new, and because she'd been without them before this life.
If he truly knew her, beyond the sunshine and the sweet smiles, he would know they were more alike than either one cared to admit. But he didn't, and they were strangers. Sienna needed to remember that.
His change of tone was enough to put a damper on the mood the girl had accumulated over the whole interaction, her ears pressed tightly against the smooth surface of her head as she listened to him silently. And listen she did, following his instruction with an obedience and a patience she wasn't aware she had. At and around her feet, the fish swam with a quickness surprising to Sienna. How was she to catch them when they were so fast?
Sienna's eyes watched their fervency, moving with their quick action until a headache spurred just beyond her eyes. "They move too quick." She'd whisper. "Do I just...grab it? In the water? With my face?" She might as well be water-boarding herself with her height, and he wished for her to blubber around in search of a fish? Would she even be able to see?
The girl let out an indignant huff, frustration beginning to line the usual soft planes of her face.
