Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

He approaches, and Aria cannot decide if she is relieved or upset that he came to her. "Casmir," she repeats again, as if she can't think of anything else to say-- but words find her. She looks past him, sitting up in the water but not quite standing. "Where is your mate?" she asks him, her tail thumping slowly against the wet sand. Her ears lower slightly as she looks back to him, wondering what his response might be. He had moved on quickly, but she figures if he had it's only right for her to attempt to accept it. She waits patiently for an answer.