Snippet #1603751

Naverine Rivers

Naverine leaned against the door, listening to the voice on the other side. A sparring partner? Was this guy an idiot? She used a bow, a relatively long ranged weapon that could only be kind of used like a staff. Even then, she was not particularly skilled with close range yet. Remaining quiet she waited to see if the proposition would really go any where. She didn't like the idea of letting someone into her room let alone train with others. She wanted to train harder than them, not with them. She closed her eyes, listening as his foot steps faded away. That's right, Cat people only stick around if they think they can get what they want. Otherwise, they just walk away.

"Id only he tried a more persistent approach." She muttered to herself, pausing at the words. What then? What would happen if he was more persistent, her response was still unlikely to come. "Maybe, maybe it would not have made a difference at all." Naverine sighed lightly, pushing herself off the door. She didn't want to go to the lounge, she didn't want to go to the training room with the others. She didn't want to acknowledge their existence and follow their whims. "I don't want to be... human.."