They speak to me

Not entirely sure why, he quickly hustled across the street, avoiding any traffic and pushed open her door. At first, his nose wrinkled at the smells but quickly relaxed when it actually turned out to be pleasant.

In hopes of impressing the new younger demographic, she whips out that aura sensing to conclude the reasoning of their visit. She speaks softly when she addresses him; the sound of the waterfalls and nature soundtrack in the background fade in nicely with it, some might feel entranced from it. It’s quite strange for this shaman to be so calm, but when in her natural habitat, surrounded by plants, crystals, candles and just overall serenity, it’s hard for most to keep on edge. But Alas, she keeps her lotus colored eyes on the young one.

The story was quite interesting. But, he didn’t mind hearing it.

                                                     “Oh, uh, thank you, very much?????” Wowee Kazowee, that’s flashy. the scent, the look, the voice, the gesture, almost like the mating ritual of a Bird of Paradise. Almost. Though, this was this first time Steph had ever encountered such a.....flashy person, so of course, the little bean was overwhelmed beyond belief! Look at that blushing face.

“All right, now I just have to find a power outlet to charge this…” Darian was currently occupied with finding somewhere to charge his phone. As he checked every inch of all the walls, he spotted one right next to a nearby couch. However, the other half of it was currently occupied, and if he wanted to sit and use it at the same time, he had to be prepared for small talk. “Hey, excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here to charge this?”

                                                  “U-Uh, yeah, sure, that’s fine, go ahead!”  Ooh, wow, okay, yeah, overdid it there. Nice. Just.....skootch over a little. Move out of the way. Okay. Nice, out of the way. Let’s just stay almost suspiciously quiet in order to avoid any more embarrassing confrontation. Because it’s not weird for someone to literally sit on a couch and stare into the abyss or anything.

     maybe if he snuck off while she was talking, she wouldn’t notice that he left.

“And I would listen to the weird blue man in a coat trying to steal a tiger if the tiger really was his friend, but after I tracked the tiger through the earth and the tiger would have to tell me himself, but the point is I don’t listen to your directions because you’re suspicious and interesting and have really smooth skin!” .....She finally finished the weird tangent, she hopped branch to branch like some monkey and dropped down to grab her bag.....which was open already, and out spilled a few of her belongings; crystals, incense, paints, brushes, all came out.

               " … i don’t think it matters who i am, at this point. actually, you know what, my name is ‘i’m outta here and don’t try to follow me, please’. remember it well. “

Wow, look at that sass! Amazing! And definitely not a skill of this princess. But she’s good at a lot of other things!    “O-Oh yeah? Well, my name is Stepha- I-I mean, it’s uh, uhm, uh.....I-It’s ‘I don’t.....uh, don’t follow directions! B-But I mean, like, o-only from people who I don’t know! But a-also t-that          are suspicious! I-I mean I would trust a police officer even if I didn’t know him, but-” She kept rambling on and on, showing just how unskilled in sass she truly is. But a gold star for an attempt. Or, probably more a silver. Or bronze. 

                “ i know people get clingy in their sleep but you’re ridiculous. ”

She let go of him quickly and darted up onto her feet, and then.....up the tree. In a matter of a few seconds, she was at the top. I mean, she has lived in a vast forest for a decade, so it’s sort of expected.

     this. this was an awful idea. curse his impulse. why couldn’t he have just walked away and saved himself? the things he stole don’t even matter anymore. unwelcomed contact was the worst thing he could have ever gotten in return for his deeds. a hiss leaves his throat and he’s wriggling in her iron grip in futile attempts to escape. he’s squirming and trying to squeeze his head from between her arms– geez, at least he acts like a cat enough for the whole situation to be remotely excusable. it wasn’t doing much for him, but hey, he’s sure putting up a hell of an effort. hopefully his whining and his struggling will be enough to wake the damn girl up.

                                        “Nnnnn.....please.....Koda.....just a little.....! More.....!” But the wriggling, writhing finally roused the tiny strong baby from her sleep, leaving her a bit dazed from the sudden stimuli around her. She just looks around, not yet processing that she had someone coddled against her.