The stranger was tall, to her at least, well muscled and hardened by what must have been hours of training. Well, that would have been Alizée’s guess. When she wasn’t quaking in her boots, maybe. Those eyes, staring out from under the tilt of the woman’s brow, felt like the full force of the sun had been turned to her. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe, and was relegated to a mix of hot and cold that burned through her like a weird fire. Was this how mice felt, when confronted by a cat? She could only imagine it, and let a sharp throb of pity course through her.
And pity for herself, because she had seen the absolutely ridiculous scene front to back. Alizée bemoaned her reputation for just a moment, before trying to scrape herself together.
She felt like if she could sweat, she would be pouring buckets.
And pity for herself, because she had seen the absolutely ridiculous scene front to back. Alizée bemoaned her reputation for just a moment, before trying to scrape herself together.
I-I know it looks funny but they’re still pretty wild! Aubergine will get them, the uh, the one with the-And she sat back on her heels, raising one leg up to dangle over her head to mimic the feather crest atop her quail’s head. She tried very, very hard not to die of embarrassment in the process. But how couldn’t she? The sun was staring at her from the black fur of the woman’s face.
A-Anyway,-anything to distract from this absolute embarrassment-
no, I’m actually not. I’m angling to be a caretaker, the um, the garden is for crops. And the quail are for food and eggs. Or, they will be, when I manage to tame them. Give or take a few generations.She really would have to figure that out when the time came. How on earth was she supposed to incubate the eggs? Could she maybe do it herself? No, her weight would crush them.
She felt like if she could sweat, she would be pouring buckets.
Alizée. Baudelaire. Resident?She sounded so unsure.
Wait, Crane?Oh dear gods, not another one! This was one she’d never met, she would have remembered those eyes, but it was another of the family regardless.
Alizée is often accompanied by a young male Gambel’s quail named Aubergine