Broken Antler Fen Cihiro

Valtyr's tail beat the ground when Pearl guffawed at the joke, a wide and silly grin plastered on the firefoot's sooty muzle as his pink tongue stuck out a bit. 'She thinks I'm funnnn-yyyyy,' he sang in his head Miss Congeniality style, mouthing at one of her paws (as goofy dogs often do) while she struck a play-bow pose. The pale woman was cajoled into his melodrama, lapsing into an over-the-top serious tone. Valtyr's drew in a sharp breath as she looked him in the eyes, waiting to hear what the previlage could possibly be.

"The location of the magic moose?!" he proclaimed in faux-bewilderment, jerking his body right side up in one sudden twist. "I-I don't know what to say," he said, feigning embarassment. "Pearl, this... this is so sudden," he turned away bashfully as if she had just gotten down on one knee and proposed. His copper eyes looked deep into her shamrock gaze, "but for you, anything." Pushing comedic bounderies was the closest Valtyr could come to flirting with Pearl and still feel "okay" about it, after all.