Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

Ah, this one was flirty. Her gaze betrayed little, but she slipped from the rock then, offering a small "hmm"  Fiery gaze blinked at him; his wide smile that on other's seemed snake-like and menacing, but on the male - Engel - seemed sincere. He spoke of rhyming names, which bored her, she slipped toward him before seating herself a little closer. "are you a poet, Engel?" She asked, sweetly, wondering if this was one of the rare males that seemed refined; unlike the most of them, all brawn and little brain. She'd little time for those sorts; they were rather dull (and yet easy to manipulate, she found).