"Broccoli does look like trees," she agrees. "I'm sure your mother was right."
Sooner or later she's going to ask what happened to her mother, but already she suspects the story is going to be very much like her own. Fire. Loss. Shackles. If she can keep it from getting any worse, she will.
Furiosa was already reaching for the pink and purple, so she laughs, a quiet little bark of delight, and nods, plucking them out of the pile to hold out to Kippa. "Can you get into them yourself? If I try to help with my left-side claws I'm afraid I'll snag them to bits."
Which means the shopkeeper would have to help. She's willing to, of course, but she'll wait politely until asked, having already gathered the fox child is wary of her.
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Date: 2019-02-03 04:06 pm (UTC)Sooner or later she's going to ask what happened to her mother, but already she suspects the story is going to be very much like her own. Fire. Loss. Shackles. If she can keep it from getting any worse, she will.
Furiosa was already reaching for the pink and purple, so she laughs, a quiet little bark of delight, and nods, plucking them out of the pile to hold out to Kippa. "Can you get into them yourself? If I try to help with my left-side claws I'm afraid I'll snag them to bits."
Which means the shopkeeper would have to help. She's willing to, of course, but she'll wait politely until asked, having already gathered the fox child is wary of her.