When I'm Small [Open]

She sat motionless, as if frozen, yet it was still impossible to make the mistake of saying she wasn't comfortable. Thistle always looked like she was completely at ease, even sitting on a rock with a dead animal in her hand.

The dead thing in her hand doesn't seem at all out of place. Even when she hods it out in a manner that for anyone else would say she was disgusted. For Thistle the angle of her arms, the look in her eyes suggested more of a disregard for the lifeless meat in her hand. In fact the over all predatory body language of the girl would leave one unsurprised to see her taking a bite out of it raw.

The sound of a voice reaching her is met with a tilt of her head and a slight look of puzzlement flashes. The voice is perhaps different from what she usually notes. Perhaps too near to her own.

"Well if I'm upsetting your routine then I do apologize" she responds in her usual whisper, a tone that seems mocking as well as sinister.

In a fluid motion she stands and takes a step away from the boulder. She holds out her hand toward the rock in an inviting way. The whole thing might seem completely innocent had the 'dead' rabbit in her hand hadn't given a slight twitch. This prompted her to swing it around onto the boulder, the brutal action somehow seeming elegant. It's brains smashed all over the area she was now offering to the newcomer, just as innocently.

Thistle smiled at the girl like you would to a small child who had just asked an obvious question. Of course with a child the smile might reach your eyes. Of course with Thistle her smile rarely did. She cleared the two paces toward the girl with elegant strides. The distance closed left her near enough to b considered uncomfortable by the second part, Thistle showed no sign of discomfort or even awkwardness at being so close.

"I assumed from your claiming of the boulder as your own it was somehow part of your everyday life" said Thistle leaning her head toward the rock and examining it as if it too where alive "though I suppose that could have been a small leap to assume that made it part of some routine"

As she spoke the words they seemed false, like she somehow knew that no such leap had been made. Her tone and posture the very mimicry of someone who paradoxically will tell you they always lie.