Northstar Vale I don't wanna miss a beat

She pressed closer, wanting to miss not even a split second of his explanations. She loved the way his lips moved, which was a weird thing for her to think about. Yet, when she noticed it, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She wondered how his frost tainted and ash covered fur would feel against hers and had to drag herself back into reality when he began deciphering his (for her) strange language. Pretty little lady. It took some time for her to realize he had just called her it and felt a blush coming onto her coal fur covered cheeks. She snort/laughed/chuckled, trying to play off her sudden nervousness. Ya go 'round callin' everyone pritty or is this a special occasion? She teased, obviously playing around to mask how amazing his compliment had made her feel.

She smirked then. I think ya know him pritty well - he lives 'ere too, after all. She said, leaning in a bit perhaps to make it more obvious it was him. She peered deeper into his eyes, nodding as if she had just concluded who the murderer was in a big case. Yes, I like his eyes best.