cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
With her two adult escorts out of earshot, Ridley could pick up nothing of their conversation as she set to opening the box, two long ears unfolding before her nose. Familiarity prompted her to smile fondly and stroke the fur under the hare's chin, to revel in its softness.
"I will miss you terribly, you know," she murmured, not yet plucking Lysa out. There was still time. "It was never my place to keep you from your home long after you'd healed. But," she exhaled deeply, "I hope it was not too awful an experience. And, also, that I was not unkind in any way."
Lysa, unable to understand the words being spoken, merely shifted, one ear flicking at the sound of voices.