Re: Lilac and Gooseberries
Leah's ears flattened against her head as she stared at Yen. Merpeople? Hadn't the note she'd gotten when she arrived on the island explicitly stated not to go in the water? She whined, bumping her head against the other, as if to disagree with trying to contact the merpeople. In Leah's opinion, merpeople meant water. And water meant danger. Serious, inescapable danger.
She crouched, settling so she could let Yen onto her back. Leah didn't know much of Yen- aside from the fact Geralt trusted and loved her. Which Leah didn't quite understand, in part because her concept of love was warped and also because she didn't know Yen or Geralt really all that well. Geralt treated her like a child- like she was naïve and foolish for her stubborn stick-it-out-alone attitude.
I smelled other people- but they aren't scents I recognize. She let out a soft grumble, her tail swishing as she took in their surroundings, a bit on edge with the cold.