Sibyl's darting, nervous eyes paused for a moment on the lady beside her. She wasn't scared, and so, she supposed that she should quit being scared as well. She straightened out a little bit, though her shoulders were still hunched tensely as if she wished she had a shell she could retreat into. Really though, the more she looked at her, the more she realized there was nothing to fear from the lounging woman. Whether it was a hasty assumption or not, Sibyl was so quick to latch on to any semblance of camaraderie that she figured the she-wolf at her side would protect her, if the strange wolf-mole did try anything. She had said so, didn't she? Sibyl just had to stick by her. The shelter of that expectation afforded Sibyl a bit of ataraxia, at least for the time being.

A flash of confusion crossed her face as the lazy wolf spoke, though Sibyl tried to hide the expression. Just what was an elephantitis? She didn't want to look stupid though, so she wouldn't ask the two ladies here. She would imagine them laughing at her for not knowing. Maybe she could ask Follko later... She was sure the old bag of bones would know what one was.

Even though Sibyl thought that the rusty dark wolf looked about ready to take a nap, she surprised her with a question. Sibyl's head tilted to the side, and she glanced to her golden companion as if seeking some sort of permission to speak. Realizing that was a silly thing to do, she returned her attention to the asker, boldly answering, <b style="color:#8a90a1">"It's so pretty here, I just like to come and look at it."

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