Kildeer Rest i need a girl like you

WOAH. oKAy. back up. 

saarthal could feel her eyes widening, probably in a comical, utterly unattractive manner but she couldn't help it. not when...did she..??? saarthal blinked, and blinked, and blinked...but no, the girl was still there...she licked — dude that was hot....sTOP THE INaPproPRIaTe thoughts. yeah, no, flirting was fun and all and yeah, the roman was hella good at it (or so she thought, but let a girl dream) but when the object of her affections flirted back??? did she even flirt back, though? nahhh, i was dreaming. it's not real, hahahaa. 

gone was the confident, suave wolfess she'd imitated moments ago. saarthal blushed an impossible shade of red at lanawyn's words, the heat crawling up her neck and colouring her cheeks and the tips of her ears a dark pink because she was not used to that. like, at all. "um..yes, totally — i love a distraction, i mean who wouldn't, hahah —" saarthal flushed and ducked her head, ears twitching in embarassment. this was not going the way she'd expected it to. let me die, now, please.

then realising she hadn't introduced herself, the tongue-tied girl stole a glance and smiled sheepishly, tail flicking awkwardly by her ankles. "saarthal, i'm saarthal." not that she'd want to know, now.