Hushed Willows Lithium

[table width=80%][tr][td]The lioness did not find the situation a laughing matter, and yet she menacingly quirked up the corners of her lips. It was a rather hateful smirk more than it was a sweet one - as if she had forgotten how to express joy altogether. Her eyes remained on the stranger, stance wide but less dominant than she would've liked to be. They were simple "guests" here for now - bringing danger to her subjects and The Bat was the last thing she wanted to do. I'd rather listen to something I understand. Her "smile" faded as the simple words spilled from his lips; not interested in what the language was or what he had said.

Eerie laughter spilled from her throat then as she procrastinated giving him an answer to his question. Camazotz would not like to be revealed, and so she had to make something up on the spot. Luckily the man himself had given her an idea. Yes - we are simply looking around. Does this place belong to you? She asked innocently.[/td][/tr][/table]