Moonspear Let me tell you

She caught the sound of a bark from behind, and eased in her ascent to lift her head and raise a glance over her shoulder. The sight she found oozed with every pomp she could imagine, and even from a distance, Andalusia determined, from the lofty rise of her plumy tail and her pale and speckled face, that this must be one Charon's and Amekaze's daughters.

The outrider tried to ignore the disgust in the other's frown, painted as starkly as the freckles on her face, and rather met the girl with a pleasant sort of a smile, as much as she could muster around the fish still in her grip. She would have laughed at the moniker Vela bestowed her, if only the princess hadn't looked so serious, and her face not so drawn with displeasure. In the circumstance, Andalusia decided it best to play civilly along, so she lowered her head to rest the fish on the ground and offered the speckled girl a good-natured nod.

"I've seen you around before, but it's a pleasure to finally meet you," she mused through the curl of a smile, "I'm Andalusia, but if that's too much of a mouthful, feel free to go with whatever sticks. Andi, Lusia, Lu - the new one." Her crystalline eyes gleamed, and she wondered how that would be received. This was always the game, testing for the nature of others. Dangerous at times, but rewarding in most, and whatever Vela gave, Andalusia was sure she could handle. She nudged the fish with her paw. "Thought your mother might like these, if she hasn't eaten already."