Her eyes flickered from his back to the water, taking in his words silently as she watched the animals in question go after what looked like bread. She stopped by his side, keeping a good foot between them while she tucked her hand into her pocket before she let her eyes move to fall on him. “Everything in the world seems to be that way as of late — Survival of the fittest.” It was as if her voice flitted off in the faint breeze that suddenly brushed past them, ruffling her short hair as she kept her eyes on him. “I suppose it could be both a good and bad thing. Good for those who can train and make themselves powerful enough to survive, bad for those who can’t survive. Some can sometimes even squeak through the cracks.”
He felt the presence of the other come to a pause beside him; caught a hint of perfume in the wind, pleasant, not overbearing. It may have even been her natural scent—he was not quite sure, and nor did he place further thought on it. A piece of the loaf was torn off again, listlessly tossed into the water, causing another chaos of ducks trying to feed. “… You hit the nail on the head”, he said, lips shaping themselves around the words thoughtfully as he spoke them, sure that was the way the saying went. It was only then that he blinked his pale eyes and let his head turn enough for a glance to be thrown in the lady stranger’s direction. Briefly, his eyes caught on her face, and the way her hair played in the breeze. “So which would you say you are?” he wondered out, as he looked back to the ducks. The loaf was torn into half, and he offered one of the halves to the stranger, in case she wished to join the simple activity. Some humans did, after all.
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“Them, she says”, he murmured out, gaze veering back to the ducks and their oblivious chase of nourishment as they tried...
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She felt his eyes on her and knew that the moment she glanced at him she would probably utter every little thing that...