Hoshor Plains and do you have a card?

She rolled her eyes at his joke, but couldn't resist a smile. He had a rough charm that reminded her of her brother at his best--suave, yet wild underneath the veneer.

"Thanks," Miyako responded to his compliment, voice genuine. It had been a while since she had looked her best; weeks on the run had taken their toll. "You got a name? Mine's Miyako."

While she spoke, she sized up the stranger. He was just about her age, and clearly good-looking--upon further inspection, she noticed browns and blacks mixed into the various shades of gray that made up his pelt.

The closer proximity also lent further brightness to his eyes, if that were even possible. Miyako found herself both entranced and blinded by his gaze, but managed to meet it full-on, waiting for his response.