Neverwinter Forest Molly Malone

Szabala shook her head when her brother was mentioned. "Nae. 'E likes mud an' dert an' silly thengs." She smiled and leaned into her mother's touch, flapping her tail happily against the ground, enjoying the attention she was getting. "Ae'm gonnae marry the most 'andsome lad in the world, an 'e's goin tae be a great hunter." She proclaimed. She had yet to meet someone who struck her fancy, of course, but in her dreams he was quite vivid- a stappring young lad, already more or less grown up in demeanour, a pure gentleman who indulged her every whim and need. She was a princess now, as well, so she couldn't imagine him being anything less than a prince himself. 

Her mother didn't seem terribly inclined to go do something, and had made herself comfortable on the ground. She thought twice about asking her mother to hunt for her, and instead flopped herself down on the ground beside her mother, stretching out in the sunlight. "Ae don't 'ave any plans, Muither," She said, as though the idea was silly. She didn't like responsibility, nor did she like having something needed of her. She was perfectly comfortable lounging about with her mother until she got hungry.