[Abigail isn't someone Iris seeks out. Her brief conversations with the girl have felt like trying to stroke a cat that's scooting backwards under furniture; Iris isn't always the most sensitive person, but she's capable of respecting that. Nonetheless, the glimpses of the complex intelligent personality have been fascinating, so when she sees Abigail in an apparently nonscooting mood, she catches her eye and grins.
Iris' dogs, more outgoing still, wag their tails and start to move forward; Iris, mindful of skittishness, lays a hand on Elvis' back. The two German Shepherds aren't leashed, but the touch is enough to hold them back, though every line of their bodies speak of friendly eagerness.]
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Nonetheless, the glimpses of the complex intelligent personality have been fascinating, so when she sees Abigail in an apparently nonscooting mood, she catches her eye and grins.
Iris' dogs, more outgoing still, wag their tails and start to move forward; Iris, mindful of skittishness, lays a hand on Elvis' back. The two German Shepherds aren't leashed, but the touch is enough to hold them back, though every line of their bodies speak of friendly eagerness.]
'Ey Abigail. All right if me lads say 'ello?