Sleepy Fox Hollow i am going to cover myself with ashes of you and nobody's gonna give a damn

The brakes were put on as he'd said something, considering his statement but making no more to reply to it. For the moment, she'd fallen entirely still, her breathing and the occasional blink being the only mobile parts of her. She could not say that it was not fear felt, but disappointment, for that would be rude and she'd always felt first impressions to be of great importance. So, after several moments of silence, she'd decidedly answered with, "I do not feel afraid." She could not, or rather, would not allow for herself to. Even though the presence of the dragon had gone dormant since her heat had started, she'd wondered if it was only a ruse, and so her usual behavior was continued—for the most part, anyways. She'd thought back to her time of play, which had been her first, but had quickly shoved the thought away in order to better focus upon the stranger.

Having noticed his movements, she'd shifted, facing him fully but knowing not in which way to proceed. He'd remedied his mistake by taking several steps back to make up for his previous advance, an act that she'd felt relieved upon witnessing. "Are you experiencing fear?" she'd questioned after he'd stilled, interesting in what was going through his head. Had she done something, or was he a gentleman that had been freed from nature's grasp?