04-29-2013, 10:12 AM
Calden seems like a nice enough guy. There's something about him, some subtle air that makes people want to trust and confide in him, even though they probably shouldn't. It's enough to throw off Sam's knowledge of haggis. Not that she knows any more about it than Keisha, in fact she probably knows a little less.
She looks up at him, confused. Even in her hiking boots with their little bit of lift, she's more than half a foot shorter than even the Child of Gaia on her other side, which makes her who knows how much shorter than the rancher. If it weren't for an air of maturity - and not to mention the numerous piercings that adorn her ears and the make-up that draws greater attention to her eyes - she'd be mistaken for one of the children running around the site. Perhaps she already has been.
"I thought it was weird sheep parts pudding. Sarah made it sound like hot dogs," the words come out in a tone most use to describe their feelings on taxes or holidays spent with in-laws, "but, I don't see anything that looks like hot dogs." Leaning forward a little, she peers around Calden to see what he puts onto his plate, perhaps hoping for clues.
She looks up at him, confused. Even in her hiking boots with their little bit of lift, she's more than half a foot shorter than even the Child of Gaia on her other side, which makes her who knows how much shorter than the rancher. If it weren't for an air of maturity - and not to mention the numerous piercings that adorn her ears and the make-up that draws greater attention to her eyes - she'd be mistaken for one of the children running around the site. Perhaps she already has been.
"I thought it was weird sheep parts pudding. Sarah made it sound like hot dogs," the words come out in a tone most use to describe their feelings on taxes or holidays spent with in-laws, "but, I don't see anything that looks like hot dogs." Leaning forward a little, she peers around Calden to see what he puts onto his plate, perhaps hoping for clues.