Discordia turned to the soft wuff that beckoned her attention. For a moment, she stayed quiet and tilted her head, listening to the woman speak and watching her tail wag. She remembered what Daddy said, though, and was hesitant. The lady seemed nice enough; she looked so fluffy, too. The girl bounced slightly as she moved towards the woman; she didn't feel afraid of her. Maybe she would even want to be her friend! Snuh, you're really pretty. You look soft like Mama. My name is Discordia. She moved a bit closer as the woman lay before her, a soft tail wave of her own as she settled on the ground and inched towards the woman's paws.

It was when the woman asked about the pretty lady that she pushed herself up slightly, her ears falling. The pretty lady is Daddy's friend. I...I don't know her really. I don't think she knows me or likes me. A lot don't seem to anyway... Well, it wasn't really untrue even if she couldn't prove it. In her young life, few ever really seemed to care about her. While perhaps her parents offered some sort of protection from outright harm, she still knew the looks they gave her and how the other children treated her.

Discordia stood, backing away slightly. While the woman wasn't likely to hurt her in her home, the girl had known the sting of rejection all too well for someone her age. I can call for Momma or Daddy if you want better help finding her. It wasn't that Discordia was opposed to trying to help the nice, well, at least currently nice lady, but she wasn't very sure she was prepared to face that kind of pain again just yet, but she had to learn, right? I don't mind helping you...if you want... Her voice was small, definitely very un-noble of her. But she at least had managed to right her ears and look the woman in the eyes as she offered, even if she expected her to be upset and walk away.

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