Verdant Basin you are the sun and i am just the planets spinning around you.

Part of being hormonal meant that Niamh- while she was more or less relatively happy (lots of conditioners in there, true, but given the fact she'd been demoted, lost her mate and her brother, she could have as many qualifiers in there as she wanted.)- she also experienced mood swings, and when she wanted something and didn't get her way, it was easy for her to get frustrated or annoyed. Especially given the fact that she was expecting she'd go into heat any day now- whether that was even a biological plan or not- and was simply willing herself to have an excuse to act and feel more moody than normal. So when Artaax hummed something about not wanting to wake up, she huffed. 

Her temper flared, and part of her wanted to simply growl and say something spiteful along the lones of "Well then keep on dreaming." But she told herself not to be so hasty. Niamh didn't deal well with temptation, and she dealt with denial even more poorly. She wanted him to go to her- but he wasn't budging. Fine. Two could play at that game. 

She moved forward to sit next to him- just close enough so that the tips of their guard hairs would touch, but no more than than. "Fine. Keep on dreaming." She said, but she had tempered the tone of her voice to be warm and sweet, but not without the dark challenge a seductress might give with a particular look.