Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

Giana's ears fanned back at Eshamun's teasing words, but kept her eyes on the new Katimir -- she didn't hide nor display her affection for Eshamun, and she'd never tell a soul of the sting to her heart in that moment -- through their banter. The leaders suggestion brought on a sour face, and she was just about to ask Asherah to handle it when the German requested it of her. Her nose wrinkled in confusion an distaste for a second, but eventually it smoothed with a soft, resigned sigh and a shrug of her sharp shoulders. 

                          "Bene. Follow me, Signor."

She didn't reach out to nuzzle the Ekar-Aji as she usually did, hurt as she was by her own pride and possessive nature -- instead, she jerked her muzzle roughly in the direction of the shine. It was as good a place to start as any, she supposed. 

If you'd like to continue with just the two of them, we can do another thread or keep going, or just end it here :3