Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

 oblivious to the affections of men, the boy's admiration goes unheeded - and good, because what does she do with that? it is, perhaps, a part of her charm: her gentle flirtations with women and smooth unapproachability with men, her carefree wheelings through life unaware of the affect she might have on others. 

 at his question the starlet shoots an amused look over her shoulder: "y'said you don't usually travel this far north, lion boy." yet he goes on to clarify he is northern in origin, the name of which she doesn't bother committing to memory, gaze pulled back to the sheer quarry walls. "more south-east a here," she says, and gracefully hops up a particular jut of rock, feeling for sturdy pathways. "i'unno the name of it, left pretty quick-like." for her previous home witchbaby feels little attachment, quick as she'd been to run out of her family's life, eager as she'd been to see what else the world had to offer a funny-hybrid girl like her. "c'mere," witchbaby adds from adopt her shallow perch, "seems sturdy here."