Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

Ptarmigan almost told him she wished she'd never known her father, but some sudden straightening of her crooked moral compass suggested that that was a bad thing to say. She went so far as opening her mouth, which she then closed with a click of her teeth as she thought better of it. She hardly knew Viggo, and joking about the daddy issues he likely had probably wasn't the smartest move. Not until she was certain of his personality, anyway.

She grinned foolishly when he referred to her as darling, but it was his declaration that made her grin broaden into an all-out smile. “How could I refuse an offer from such a handsome male?” she jested with a wave of her tail. Maybe her and Viggo wouldn't actually end up in the same place when they found out their respective destinies, but maybe they would. Maybe she would lead him someday, or maybe he would lead her. Maybe this moment was destiny. In her down to earth brain, it was hard to imagine... But at least if they stuck together, they would eat more easily.

“So, where's a stud like you come from?” she suddenly wondered, taking their conversation in a whole other direction.