Snippet #2415586

Owsla

Sunlight. Another night that she survived through. Her eyes creaked open as she unraveled herself from the side of the couch. The feral child's eyes moved first before she did making sure that it was safe to move. There was some talking, but not the sort that she was used to. It was...helpful, though not directed toward her it, it was still odd to hear.

She felt wood, spreading her hands out on the floor as she tried to rememeber where she was before she bolted away from the place. It started coming back to her. The blonde, the older girl and the two soldiers that were here. The blonde had given her a roof over her head for the night. But never mentioned any food.

Owsla poked her head from the side of the couch before standing up. She was tired, hungry, and wary of everything in the house at this point. She wasn't used to people, including people who were meant to help. Too dazed to notice anything, Owsla started to wander around the house. Only stopping every now and again to look in cabinets and shelves for food.