Broken Boulder charged

I like a light rain.  Hard rain makes me tired as well.. you're pretty much stuck in one spot unless you want to get... wet.  She punctuated the last syllable, though whether it was with distaste or intrigue was indecipherable.

He mentioned the smell of flowers and she thought of her rosewater baths.  Her lips tightened almost imperceptibly; she could not tell if it was intentional or accidental.  Abruptly, she stood, the tip of her tail swaying behind her.  Do you want to come with me?

She drew her tongue over her lips before she looked away from him.