[i] - Little Feather - [/i]

Little Feather blinked down at Drow smiling back despite thinking the position the other girl was in looked rather uncomfortable...Lion’s ears flickered as he listened to the light scratching of Drow’s pen as it danced across the paper she held in front of her. He looked at the paper quizzically wondering what she could possibly be doing. He flashed her a lion-ish grin as she flushed bright red and pouted at him, he vibrated softly releasing a juddering purr as if trying to chuckle at Drow’s reaction. “I was in the same room as you, it was hard not to miss what was going on in your corner so much disaster in such a small space of time” Lion told her reaching over he rubbed his wet nose against Drow’s cheek affectionately. Pulling back as she ripped a page away from her pad of paper before setting about drawing on it again. Little Feather shuddered at the memory of last night, as if she hadn’t been scared of the dark before she now [i]dreaded[/i] nightfall for fear of what would happen. 

The young Lakota stretched out her arms, a hand leaping to her mouth to cover it as a yawn escaped her lips, she blinked in surprise as Drow suddenly produced a piece of paper...with those strange squiggles across it. The ones neither her or Lion could understand, she cast the beast behind her a worried glance completely uncertain on what to do. Lifting a hand to ruffle her own hair as Drow showed them yet another cryptic picture. “Erm...Drow? I don’t really get what that is” Little Feather murmured to her roommate, with an apologetic smile. “The squiggles...I don’t understand them” She repeated herself pointing at the pad of paper in Drow’s hands, watching as the blonde hopped up with her plate and made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on Lion who begun to purr contently. Drow was one of the people the lion was fond of, she was by far the best when it came to hugging even if he ended up with an extra fluffy coat afterwards. Little Feather inquisitively reached over for the plate the other girl had kindly brought her, checking back with Drow she signaled at the plate before back at herself as if asking ‘is this mine?’ if the blonde girl confirmed it was the young Lakota eagerly tasted it, she was feeling rather hungry. 

She was terrible at remembering she needed to eat in order to function, as well as sleeping...she had come to the conclusion having a solid body wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Pain, Cold, Hunger...She had yet to experience anything even remotely worthwhile...well perhaps being able to touch people was quite nice, a way to feel connected to other people. Realizing she had drifted off into her own thoughts Little Feather turned sharply to look back at Drow wondering whether she should ask her some questions...though if she was going to answer with squiggles there was little the Lakota could say in return. “You’ve spoken before...perhaps if you can find your voice, you can tell us how you’re evening went?” Lion broke the silence with his question, before he returned to licking his paw.