Phoenix Maplewood darling, a bad romance

Casmir was not expecting to be approached so suddenly -- stupidly he clambered to his feet, eyes falling brazenly on the obvious curves of the pale woman's sides. but it was her words that snapped his eyes back to front; he snuck them bravely to the ground in surprise. "got it bit off," he mumbled, wondering why she was even asking about that. and then his mind chimed to him to be cool, to play it off, but somehow Cas wasn't in the mood to pretend that he was in a good mood, or even happy.

he glanced at the woman again, seeing before he dropped his gaze a second time the sadness wreathing her pretty features, and he wondered if it was mirrored on his own face. "'m looking for Saena," the boy went on, more loudly, the name gleaned from one of those talks with his 'rents where it hadn't been readily apparent he was even listening. 

"she's a relative of mine, through ---" through who, exactly? "my dad knows her," he finished lamely, giving a little wave of his plume at his hocks as he kept his eyes deferentially fixed on the dirt between the woman's paws. "she runs a forest, I guess." good fuckin' job.