Dawnlark Plains An extra hour in the ball pit

Sen could both see and feel the woman's eyes on her, but she did not squirm beneath the gaze. She remained still, posture regal and properly composed overall. The want the other had to look her over was understandable, and a gesture that was returned soon after. Though, rather than simply looking, Dura had been placed under scrutiny. Not a single visible aspect of her was missed, the serpent being meticulous with her work. It was crucial, after all, that she always observe as much as she could of a stranger. She felt it could better prepare her for any hostility, but in this case, it was more to see how useful the loner could be. Condition seemed to be well, health not on the decline... the only troubling thing discovered was the way she presented herself, but Sen believed that could be fixed.

When words were offered, the woman nearly snorted. It was almost comical, the way she spoke and the things she said. "Do you always do as your told?" the Gorgon questioned, tone condescending. "Puppets don't make it far without a master to control them." Surprisingly, her voice remained absent of sarcasm. She was serious, though not truthfully. Her words were meant only to try and bait the female, to see how far she could be stretched before snapping. Curiosity drove her, somewhat, but mainly it was the fact that she wasn't about to mention the forming sanctuary to a loose cannon.

Out of the blue, there came a name. Whether or not one was to be returned was thought upon—and quite heavily. Moments later, the decision had finally been made, maw parting as she answered with: "Sen." No more than that was given, as she felt no need to do so. "So, Dura, enjoy living the life of a loner?" While she had told herself to hold back on bringing up the pack-to-be, there was nothing stopping her from seeing if mentioning it would even be worth her time. A happy loner wasn't one she needed, after all, as they would definitely do her no good.