Redhawk Caldera you'll know what makes a real man

Ivy put great stock in first impressions for one so young.  Namely first impressions she had of others.  What anyone else thought of her was still trapped in the realm of utterly irrelevant, though that was sure to change in the next few months as she came of age.  She blinked owlishly at Lagan's oblivous and happy-go-lucky attitude.  Her light green eyes followed as the young male darted away, his delcaration regarding sneaking lingering in the air in his wake.  .. what? she muttered under her breath.

Had she any patience to begin with, it woud have been worn down to nothing by this point.  She huffed loudly while Lagan goofed off in the bushes and turned her body away from him entirely.  Ivy had taken only one step in the opposire direction before she heard his voice again.  Annoyed, she snapped her head back around to look at him and was almost caught off guard when she saw the look on his face.  Proud, maybe?  No, just.. happy.  Good for you, she retorted with one raised brow.  I know what sneaking is.