(Sorry this took so long! I’ve been struggling to catch up to replies lately. x.x)
Wendalyn found herself mildly surprised to hear him talking to her. For some reason, she expected her time down here to be spent in silence; she hadn’t heard any talk of him talking from the old lady who seemed to only ever complain about her duty of feeding him. She wondered, idly, if perhaps he had tried to speak to the old lady in the past and she had just ignored him. Or perhaps he only spoke when spoken to. Her curiosity got the best of her in the situation and she watched him for a long while, trying to figure him out.
“Oh, no, she hasn’t. She just injured herself, that’s all. I’m sure she’ll be fine soon,” she told him, offering a small smile, in case he was worried, but she couldn’t really be sure, nor could she really blame him if he wasn’t. After all, by the way the old lady talked about him upstairs, she was certain that, if the old lady did speak to him, it was likely nothing but cruel nonsense that escaped her lips. But, she didn’t want to bring that up and instead focused on watching him, on listening to him, on learning about this man that everybody seemed so fearful of. “Admittedly, I’m sure that, if my father were to learn that I’m down here, he’d likely raise hell and there’s a possibility that I might not get the chance to provide any sort of company in the future, but… Well, I saw the opportunity to take over feeding duty and I took it.”
There wasn’t a point in hiding that, after all. If she got to be on pleasant terms with him, she didn’t want him to be caught off guard if today was the only day she got to visit in her lifetime. But, he seemed calm enough, and she was relieved that he didn’t seem entirely bothered by her presence, so she personally hoped to be able to visit again in the future. “My name’s Wendalyn. You can call me whatever you wish, though.” She offered a small smile before she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "Do you have a name?" For as long as she could remember, she hadn't heard any mention of it - not surprising, considering the old lady had been in charge of feeding time and, if she hadn't spoken to him, there certainly hadn't been any talk of a name. “Are you ready to eat?” She motioned, holding up the spoon, though she was unsure of how to properly go about this routine.
November 26th, 2017 at 09:30am