Totoka River foam on the waves

the other woman seemed a bit perturbed by her. Huntington glanced out of the corner of her eye at her display. the fur bristling, the restlessness she portrayed... mayhap it was not the skull-clad woman the other was unnerved about? perhaps it was something else entirely. yet that was not her business, and she cared less to even ask about such things. having her fill of the water's embrace, she raised her head to swirl it around and face the stranger properly.

"is something on your mind?" she asked bluntly, though not unkindly. a sort of false sweetness came to her lips, curling up with an effort to be pleasant. she looked as though was quite mad considering her less than savory features. or does one normally stare at others without warrant? she thought idly, waiting for the other woman's reply. or lack of one. who knew; maybe she would walk away and leave her be. Huntington could only hope.