Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

It was pleasantly how Isleña had expected, but that did not mean it was boring. Isleña did not live a boring existence, but rather imbued her every interaction with a vivacious, lively energy that sometimes challenged convention. The banshee loved the interesting dynamic that existed between the two of them, lived for this kind of thing really, and was almost glad that she hadn’t been allowed to abscond with the man’s grouse completely. Then, his handsomeness and his demeanor would have been quite a waste! Meeting him, and subsequently running into him once more, had been well-worth that night’s empty belly. 

The man moved past her and, though he had proffered her company with the cant of his muzzle, Isleña spun on her heels and darted after him with a smirk and an “Ay!”

Isleña pulled up alongside the man, trotting in step with he, appreciating how he distracted her mind from her infinite troubles for at least a moment. She hadn’t had a good sleep in days, but perhaps she could instead restore herself through a good conversation — or, at least, as good of a conversation that a girl who only spoke a foreign language could have. With her chocolate visage turned towards the much taller man, Isleña questioned “Where go?” and left him to fill in the details. He did seem like he was uncharacteristically in a hurry, and she didn't exactly want him to be.