Sleeping Dragon i'm a cask of oak, i'm whiskey soaked

Theia didn't receive an answer but was entertained nonetheless as the male tumbled down from his perch. She giggled airily and watched as he got to his feet and began to approach her. Perhaps she should've been more wary, but she felt no malice coming from him. And how could she say no to precious attention — from a male, no less.

You came down just for me? She said sweetly, peering up at him from beneath her lashes. I'm Theia, She then added.