Pakpakpak pak pak, Thot comes when called, the hustle to her bustle slowed before contact to stop shy of sinking sickle talons into the cartilage of Ellis’ knee. She extends one foot out instead, blindly requesting a boost. Her ears are pinned flat.
She isn’t looking at him.
Silas is quiet, an echo of something familiar in the lines of his face drawn bleak against the bone. His scrutiny has drifted off target by a matter of degrees.
He could be guessing.
The noise he makes upon returning to himself sounds like acceptance. Agreement. Acquiescence. One of those things or all of them. He is reminded, abruptly, of the bowl in his hands, and hitches to his feet to reach in wordless request for the bowl Ellis still has as well.
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Date: 2021-11-02 05:23 am (UTC)She isn’t looking at him.
Silas is quiet, an echo of something familiar in the lines of his face drawn bleak against the bone. His scrutiny has drifted off target by a matter of degrees.
He could be guessing.
The noise he makes upon returning to himself sounds like acceptance. Agreement. Acquiescence. One of those things or all of them. He is reminded, abruptly, of the bowl in his hands, and hitches to his feet to reach in wordless request for the bowl Ellis still has as well.