Shadowwyn Moor A newcomer in a new land

oooh, this one is salty. wonder what kind of wounds he had suffered to put him into this kind of mood. she bears his abuse with an ever-growing smile, blinking slowly as he wraps up. are you finished? she asks sweetly, cocking her head. that was not very nice of you to say. but i will leave you be, if that is what you desire.

tasha turns and begins to saunter off, shoulders hunched in a shrug. she stops and turns slightly, casting her gaze back to him. let me know if you change your mind, she adds impassively, finally letting her true, i really don't give a damn colors flit over her face. i will be around.

with that, the marauder princess pads away, wondering if he'll follow or not.