OOC: Love the metaphor! But it went waaaaay over her head
Intrigue touched her brows, but only by a twitch, as the youth stumbled over herself in explanation. All that she could immediately gather was that the youth had a passion for the flowers… and for some reason she could fight against the Vale wolf if she sat on them? Blatantly, the she-wolf turned her muzzle down to where her plump rump was seated, then raised a questioning brow to the youth.
Follow Fox? An ill-advised step for the young one, in her opinion. The lead was youth and brash; quick to play the part of a lead without knowing truly what the role entailed. It went beyond looking to oneself and comforts. It was an aspect the warden felt the spirited female was sorely lacking. However, she thought better than her share her thoughts with the young girl as she did not wish to disturb her peace with an undoubtedly programmed display of misplaced loyalty and devotion.
“Please…do speak clearly,” she requested instead. “If there are plenty of flowers for all, then what difference does it make if I sit on one? Winter or otherwise?” Her head canted slightly in question. Perhaps they were not talking of flowers any longer? |