Kintla Flatlands Scorn the Apricorn for it's Forlorn from the Tree

the silence lingered between them for quite the few moments but tundra was okay with that, remaining sitting as her dark eyes continue to observe the ebony man levelly. when he does speak it's quite the oddly suspicious question that slips from his jaws and the woman arches a brow skeptically. it had certainly been nothing she would have expected him to say that was for sure. after shifting her position slightly she would decide to go ahead and be honest out of mere curiosity as to what more he would come out with. "no..." she'd allow her head tilt to the side slightly, the rare flicker of amusement lighting in her doll-like eyes as she'd continue in her silky murmur "i'm curious as to why that matters though"

honestly she couldn't predict what he might say next in the slightest but was quite surprisingly secretly pleased for the conversation. initially the thought of having to converse with another had left her grumbling inwardly but now that he'd initiated it and didn't seem overly pressing it was almost a relief to have something to focus on besides the dark topics her mind liked to hurl at her full force.

of course she still had not an ounce of trust for the lone man and despite seeming to appear almost at ease, her muscles remained coiled under her thick pelt and ears kept on the alert to detect even the slightest movement that could suggest a threat so that muscles could uncoil like a spring. she would most definitely npt let herself get caught out, that at least she was sure of.