"Aye, well ah'm no' a wain or ah woman, ah still feel like ah wee lassie!" She giggles, making her damp fringe fall over her eyes, but she didn't bother fixing it. Elyscia's hair had grown very long since Warren last saw her many moons ago - in fact, the young miqo'te looked different in-general: flowing, firey-red locks floated in the water, and though she retained her childish mentality and demeanour, it could be seen from her eyes, or perhaps the slight increase in her confidence around others, and loss of babyfat in her face cheeks that she was turning and growing into a fine young lady. Or something.
"Ah'm still wantin' t'ride Victory! Ah'v no ridin' one b'fore! Yer really no' s'pose t'ride other folks' choc'bos at me work, but ah bloody wanna so bleedin' much! Oh, 'n' bloody Hells... Miss Nannybee was fuckin' real mad at me.. fer ditchin' th'caravan thing.. but wis all her fault fer .. whit happened.." Her voice went lower towards the end, and she trailed off - her expression stern and distant.
Until she thought about something, and instantly perked-up, laughing as she spoke.
"S'that mean yer a crab, Mist'r Warden? You blew ah shite load'ah bubbles jus' there!"
"Ah'm still wantin' t'ride Victory! Ah'v no ridin' one b'fore! Yer really no' s'pose t'ride other folks' choc'bos at me work, but ah bloody wanna so bleedin' much! Oh, 'n' bloody Hells... Miss Nannybee was fuckin' real mad at me.. fer ditchin' th'caravan thing.. but wis all her fault fer .. whit happened.." Her voice went lower towards the end, and she trailed off - her expression stern and distant.
Until she thought about something, and instantly perked-up, laughing as she spoke.
"S'that mean yer a crab, Mist'r Warden? You blew ah shite load'ah bubbles jus' there!"
