Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

never ❤

and then she is alone no more, an ear twitching toward the source of the deep chuff before the rest of her slender face follows, shocking-pink eyes finding a fix on the strikingly colored wolf-boy. the water is a comforting blanket on her still achey limbs and so she does not see fit to move from her pool-made-home, though she gracefully turns in the water to face him more fully. so strange and so large these men she encounters are, nothing like her delicate angel or her pointed-limbed family, though she does not feel frightened by them so much as contradictory: intrigued by their differences, disinterested in their unfeminine ways. "mm?" the coy girl returns, finally, her voice a hum in the still quarry, her face bloodied but not so badly as to be a shock (and clearly she seems to be, if nothing else, ignoring it). "'sup?"