Wing Clipping/4

Jasper tilted her head at the girl, Blake. "Can you talk?" She asked. She wasn't sure if Blake was mute, or if she just wasn't talking, but Blake had tried to get her to stay, so stay Jasper would.

Blake snatched the notebook away from her, studying her with orange-red eyes. "I wonder what story your from." Jasper thought aloud, not liking the silence that filled the room. Whether or not Blake would talk would be all up to her, but Jasper could talk, so...

"My story's Peter Pan, or Peter and Wendy, you know, whatever you know it as is fine.." Jasper prattled mindlessly. "I'm destined to be Tinkerbell. Not exactly the best destiny you know, since I die and my best friend doesn't mourn me and all."

Slowly, Blake took a step closer to Jasper. Taking this as a good sign, the girl continued. "I don't know what your destiny is. With a last name like Swanson, one would almost think you were the swan princess. But you don't look much like Duchess."

She thought she saw a small smile flash on Blake's face, but it was brief, and her face was soon back to it's expressionless form.

Eh, progress was progress. "I'm actually ashamed to say I don't know any other fairy tales with swans in them. Maybe I can look them up tonight and see if I can guess which one your from. That sound good?" Jasper asked as if expecting an answer.

It was a little weird, the girl looked strange, and wasn't talking or otherwise emoting, but it was actually kind of cool. Blake seemed to like her chatter, she wasn't trying to get away or trying to get her to shut up, maybe they could be friends.

Actually, did it count as friends if she wasn't talking? If Blakemore never said a single word to her or tried to communicate in any other way? That, that was a question for Wendy.