Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

Tiger liked to believe his thoughts ran off with him, and had no way of knowing that they did not... so she did. Tiger was imaginative. Her mind thought up the most impossible things, and then, ways to do those things to make them possible. Tiger was as much as a dreamer as she was a doer, fortunately. But some thoughts she simply couldn't make good on. Tiger let out a laugh, the feeling his teeth might have left tangible as though they had landed their mark. A pleasant shudder, and she threw her muzzle over her shoulder.

That depends, comes her own voice, a light lilt, What sort? Tiger was a woman who liked things said aloud, so she did not feel the fool when she misunderstood or misread. No, she liked to know. It was less about always being right, and more about not being a moronic imbecile that was, well, delusional at things she thought she understood. But also, this was more than just being something for her to read, to understand; there was an appeal in being wanted... even if only for a time.