clumsy + intro

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I'll come back when you call me

The room for feeling insulted was overcrowded by simple confusion.  A blink of her eyes.  Then another.  She doesn't like how loud and mean the words sound.  She doesn't like that this fox looks more like her father than she did.  Although, she knew it just meant she looked like her mother with her father's eyes... She didn't have her mother.  She doesn't like... Not liking someone so quickly.  The sensation is uncomfortable and awkward and Aine finds herself at a loss.  Unhappy.

She doesn't answer to the words because she doesn't like them.  She isn't sure what marks a good reply anyway.

She had thought maybe more children meant more friends, but she wasn't so sure.  Frowning, Aine paws at her father's leg lightly.  The petite vixen figures anything is better than the mean words the younger fox was using.  Maybe they could go check on her garden.  Or go read.  And while they did that, she could ask what the words even meant.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —