[Backdated] Sharon and Sooraya: Quiet
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xp_logsNot a lot of conversation is happening after Sharon's rescue, but there is some progress.
Backdated to July 24th.
The door was unlocked.
Frowning a little, Sooraya tucked her key away and slowly pushed open the door. With Alani gone, it should have been locked. Not that she suspected something nefarious was going on, but still...
Inside everything was shrouded in twilight and flicking on the light, she scanned the room. Nothing strange jumped out at her, till she moved towards her bedroom. Immediately in the door opening she spotted it...
A purple tail poking out from under her bed.
It wasn't entirely unintentional. Sharon didn't want to interact, but right now she wanted not to do so in the presence of other people. However, not having the words or the energy to explain why, there were only a few people she was willing to be around. And Match had gone to pick something up in the city. It was only polite to give Sooraya a sign she was there.
The tail didn't flick at the woman's entrance, but it did curl into itself just a little.
A sad look flickered over Sooraya's face. "It's good to see you, Sharon." She acknowledged her friend. "If you want, you can come join me, but it's also good if you want to stay just there." Simply extending the invite, leaving it open for what Sharon might feel most comfortable with. Turning, she headed to the fridge, surveying its contents. Fish she didn't keep around, not being a fan of it, but spotting a container with a simple, but rich beef stew would do just as well and she pulled it towards her.
Sharon didn't move, but when it was clear Sooraya wasn't going to press her for conversation her body gradually relaxed. The soft sound of cabinets opening and cookware being laid out was strangely comforting. Her tail uncoiled like a startled snake that had realized there was no need to strike.
Emptying the container in a small pot, Sooraya stirred briefly to spread the stew evenly before putting it on a low fire and gave it another quick stir. Turning toward the cupboard she pulled down one bowl, hesitating a moment before pulling out a second bowl. To the second bowl she didn't add a spoon or a slice of the fresh bread she had in the bread box. Not yet at least.
The scent of stew made the cat's nostrils flare. Under the bed an ear twitched.
A savory smell, meaty and rich with notes of caramel, filled the kitchen. Sooraya quickly gave it another stir, smiling when the first bubble popped. Switching gears she filled the kettle and put it on to boil as well, pulling down a mug with her favorite tea.
Sharon had not eaten or drunk much since her rescue. It didn't feel safe letting her guard down enough to do so, and the few times she did she found she quickly lost her appetite. Her only incentive to do so was to have enough energy to change forms, and her injuries prohibited that. Now, though, she felt a pang in her stomach.
Slowly, the great cat poked her head from beneath the bedframe.
A small rustling sound from the bedroom made a smile flash over Sooraya's face as she stirred the stew again, which was coming to temperature nicely. It only needed to be nice and hot, not boiling. Surveying her preparations she nodded. Bowls at the ready, fresh bread and spoons with something to drink as well. And she could easily grab a glass or bowl from some fresh water as well.
Sharon hadn't left the safety of the bedroom, but she had settled herself by the door so she could peer around the corner to watch as the older woman moved around the kitchen. Her tail twitched once.
"Would you like some stew as well, Sharon? I've got a bowl ready to go for you if you want and some water too." It was quiet enough in the room that she could easily hear any sounds, but she kept her back to the door, simply continuing with her work in the kitchen.
There was a small, synthetic scratching noise: the telltale sound of Sharon's claws worrying at the carpet. Then Sharon crept out of the bedroom. She settled on the floor on the opposite side of the kitchen island, neck craned so she could continue to watch Sooraya from behind the barrier.
A faint smile crossed Sooraya's face as she identified the soft sounds and reached over a ladle, scooping two healthy servings of the stew in both bowls. Each got their own little tray, one bowl joined by some tea, fresh bread and a spoon, the other was simply accompanied with a bowl of fresh cool water. "Where would you like your tray, Sharon?" Sooraya turned, scanning the room for the big cat.
The noise that issued from Sharon's mouth was strangely kitten-like from a creature her size. It wasn't a word, but it was more of a concession than most people were getting from her at the moment.
As with eating, speech wasn't something Sharon found very appealing at the moment.
"There you are." Sooraya slowly crouched down and put the tray in front of her. "Remember that stew I made last time and that you liked so much? I was able to freeze a little, so I hope this might tempt you a little." Rising easily again, she gathered her own tray and headed over to the couch. She didn't quite take her usual seat, but positioned herself she could watch Sharon from the corner of her eyes.
Sharon watched Sooraya settle in. The older woman's attention was on her, but her eyes were not. Reassured by the lack of direct scrutiny, the cat pulled the tray to herself with a human-like hand and began to lap at the stew. After a few swallows of the warm broth her stomach seemed to wake. She began to eat with more vigor, finally relaxing.
A small smile flashed over Sooraya's face as she took her own bowl, dipping in the bread and quietly enjoying the rich flavors. This is at nice little step forward.
Backdated to July 24th.
The door was unlocked.
Frowning a little, Sooraya tucked her key away and slowly pushed open the door. With Alani gone, it should have been locked. Not that she suspected something nefarious was going on, but still...
Inside everything was shrouded in twilight and flicking on the light, she scanned the room. Nothing strange jumped out at her, till she moved towards her bedroom. Immediately in the door opening she spotted it...
A purple tail poking out from under her bed.
It wasn't entirely unintentional. Sharon didn't want to interact, but right now she wanted not to do so in the presence of other people. However, not having the words or the energy to explain why, there were only a few people she was willing to be around. And Match had gone to pick something up in the city. It was only polite to give Sooraya a sign she was there.
The tail didn't flick at the woman's entrance, but it did curl into itself just a little.
A sad look flickered over Sooraya's face. "It's good to see you, Sharon." She acknowledged her friend. "If you want, you can come join me, but it's also good if you want to stay just there." Simply extending the invite, leaving it open for what Sharon might feel most comfortable with. Turning, she headed to the fridge, surveying its contents. Fish she didn't keep around, not being a fan of it, but spotting a container with a simple, but rich beef stew would do just as well and she pulled it towards her.
Sharon didn't move, but when it was clear Sooraya wasn't going to press her for conversation her body gradually relaxed. The soft sound of cabinets opening and cookware being laid out was strangely comforting. Her tail uncoiled like a startled snake that had realized there was no need to strike.
Emptying the container in a small pot, Sooraya stirred briefly to spread the stew evenly before putting it on a low fire and gave it another quick stir. Turning toward the cupboard she pulled down one bowl, hesitating a moment before pulling out a second bowl. To the second bowl she didn't add a spoon or a slice of the fresh bread she had in the bread box. Not yet at least.
The scent of stew made the cat's nostrils flare. Under the bed an ear twitched.
A savory smell, meaty and rich with notes of caramel, filled the kitchen. Sooraya quickly gave it another stir, smiling when the first bubble popped. Switching gears she filled the kettle and put it on to boil as well, pulling down a mug with her favorite tea.
Sharon had not eaten or drunk much since her rescue. It didn't feel safe letting her guard down enough to do so, and the few times she did she found she quickly lost her appetite. Her only incentive to do so was to have enough energy to change forms, and her injuries prohibited that. Now, though, she felt a pang in her stomach.
Slowly, the great cat poked her head from beneath the bedframe.
A small rustling sound from the bedroom made a smile flash over Sooraya's face as she stirred the stew again, which was coming to temperature nicely. It only needed to be nice and hot, not boiling. Surveying her preparations she nodded. Bowls at the ready, fresh bread and spoons with something to drink as well. And she could easily grab a glass or bowl from some fresh water as well.
Sharon hadn't left the safety of the bedroom, but she had settled herself by the door so she could peer around the corner to watch as the older woman moved around the kitchen. Her tail twitched once.
"Would you like some stew as well, Sharon? I've got a bowl ready to go for you if you want and some water too." It was quiet enough in the room that she could easily hear any sounds, but she kept her back to the door, simply continuing with her work in the kitchen.
There was a small, synthetic scratching noise: the telltale sound of Sharon's claws worrying at the carpet. Then Sharon crept out of the bedroom. She settled on the floor on the opposite side of the kitchen island, neck craned so she could continue to watch Sooraya from behind the barrier.
A faint smile crossed Sooraya's face as she identified the soft sounds and reached over a ladle, scooping two healthy servings of the stew in both bowls. Each got their own little tray, one bowl joined by some tea, fresh bread and a spoon, the other was simply accompanied with a bowl of fresh cool water. "Where would you like your tray, Sharon?" Sooraya turned, scanning the room for the big cat.
The noise that issued from Sharon's mouth was strangely kitten-like from a creature her size. It wasn't a word, but it was more of a concession than most people were getting from her at the moment.
As with eating, speech wasn't something Sharon found very appealing at the moment.
"There you are." Sooraya slowly crouched down and put the tray in front of her. "Remember that stew I made last time and that you liked so much? I was able to freeze a little, so I hope this might tempt you a little." Rising easily again, she gathered her own tray and headed over to the couch. She didn't quite take her usual seat, but positioned herself she could watch Sharon from the corner of her eyes.
Sharon watched Sooraya settle in. The older woman's attention was on her, but her eyes were not. Reassured by the lack of direct scrutiny, the cat pulled the tray to herself with a human-like hand and began to lap at the stew. After a few swallows of the warm broth her stomach seemed to wake. She began to eat with more vigor, finally relaxing.
A small smile flashed over Sooraya's face as she took her own bowl, dipping in the bread and quietly enjoying the rich flavors. This is at nice little step forward.
