Her own little world (open)

Trance stared at the boy, unmoving for a moment as her rapid blinking cleared her vision. She took in his face for a moment before considering his question. She glanced her face away from his and toward town. Subconsciously starting to tap a finger to her chin.
In her mind, she began shuffling her thoughts and knowledge, trying to remember what a ferret even looked like. With years of her life spent in the books, she should know a ferret. The tapping of her finger moved to her scalp, scratching an itch that appeared so randomly. Trance's traced back her hair, moving one side behind her ear as she checked her surroundings. The hedgerow to her back displaying gnarled branches and yellowing autumn leaves. A creature could easily hide within it, but it offered no food. Trance quickly rejected the idea of this "ferret" hiding within.

Then the image appeared. Her mind may have been lost when she saw it, but she held the image well in her mind.
A creature, long, thin, furry. She had seen it. It was timid to approach her, but her idleness gave it cause to move forth. It had circled her stump, sniffed her boot, brushing its nose in the felt before scurrying away in the direction of town. The moment was clear as spring waters in her clouded head.
Trance leapt from her stump, wildly nodding at the boy. She pointed toward town while motioning for him to follow. She broke into a sprint and hugged the hedgerow. If the ferret would be anywhere to hide, it would be within its winding entanglements.

Trance stared at the boy as he homed in on the ferret. It had not gone far, nor would it go any further. The boy had been prepared for moments he needed to draw his prey in close. Out from his jacket her drew or strips of chicken to tempted the ferret's need and single overwhelming urge. Hunger.

With the simple with slice of meat, the ferret's focus led away from escape and closer to the stripped, clean, readied piece of pink meat. The boy laid the slice on a branch only a few feet away from the ferret as it hid in the hedgerow. As it's nose cringed and lifted, the boy went dead still. His prize drew in, reluctant at first. But hunger overcame sense and in the second it took the ferret to snatch the meat, the boy had snatched it. The agility he displayed was surprising to Trance. In fact it was impressive enough to draw a smile out of her.
But her smile died in a single second. The boy, seemingly so kind, revealed his true capacity. For his ability to permit cruelty came forth. He grabbed it by the gruff of its neck. Though it was the proper spot to hold such an animal, it caused it the squeal in its quiet, squeaky voice. The began to curse the ferret, cheering the day it would be someones dinner, most preferably his own.
Anger brewed in Trance, a stern look crossed her face to contradict the tears that still trailed her cheeks. She was not satisfied with his actions nor his treatment of his animal. It didn't matter that it was nothing more than a slaughter animal, she hated it.
Then he had the gull to ask her a question. In sight of her tears, his voice slowly trailed off with his stare. He could not hold her gaze.

But in his off moment, Trance took advantage of his lack of focus. She snapped her arm back with the speed of a whip. Extending an empty hand on the way out, retrieving the ferret on the way back. The little creature squirmed in her arms, frantic and panicking as tried to escape. The boy too reached out to take back his animal. But Trance held the fighting ferret in one arm and used her free hand to smack the one the boy reached out with.
The ferret continued its struggle for freedom, but Trance worked one finger into the spot between the creature's shoulder blades, scratching into the soft fur. The squirming died down as the soothing action calmed the creature. Soon it stopped struggling and simply relaxed in her arms. It breathed slowly, deeply, so oblivious to the horrible future it faced.
Trance shifted her arm to bring the ferret higher up her chest while flipped it over on its back, holding it like a mother would her child. Gently, she began massaging the skin on the sides of the ferret's neck. Its eyelids began a descent, closing more, and more, and more, until the moment... it fell asleep. It lay exhausted from the ordeal endured since its escape.

Satisfied with her result, her attention was drawn to the new matter at hand. Trance looked up at the boy, bearing a scolding look on her face, shaking her head. Wagging an accusative finger. If she would speak words, she'd be chewing a chunk out of him right now.

Trance maintained her glare as the boy stared right back at her, although, not with sneer she used. He seemed rather confused by her. Her appearance perhaps? Or the way she handled his livestock. Either or, he couldn't stop staring. And this caused Trance's nerves to begin twitching under the nervous influence he was having. He made her feel uncomfortable.

The silence between them finally broke when he asked for his ferret back. Respectfully, Trance nodded. With a nudge and a roll she moved the now awake ferret off the crooks of her arm and into her palms. She wrapped her hands around its torso, fingers under its arms. But as she handed it over, the ferret stared back at her like she had betrayed it. Its ink-drop eyes staring her down with a visible sadness that burrowed into her with an icy drill. It could even bother itself to struggle when the boy take hold of it in a similar fashion.
I'm sorry little buddy Trance thought. Her heart sank in with a little guilt as the boy tucked the ferret under one arm. Its fate was sealed. The boy had a firm grasp on the ferret, and now Trance could see the question developing on his tongue. Whether she'd like it or not, she was about to find out.
"Where you from then?"
Nearly the instant he asked, Trance's heart dropped completely. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth, teeth nibbling on the skin. There was a lack of desire in her to tell him where she hailed from. Then there was no real capability to tell him. Her lips are a vault no body could ever open.
Her only response to him was a simple and deflective shrug. Before he could ask anything else, Trance pointed to the stitched name in her collar. She pointed to the name then herself, trying to send him a message. She then pointed to the boy, giving a questioning look.