Whitefish River that man is not your maker

Edit: Since this has 9 replies, I decided to narrate a quick conclusion rather than scrap it entirely. I hope that's cool...

Walking alongside Jinx now, Turquoise listened raptly, her face slowly taking on an incredulous expression at the given explanation. Her skepticism, which had taken a quick coffee break a moment ago, returned and she eyed Jinx sideways, wondering if the other she-wolf was trying to dupe her. It sure sounded like a scam, now that she thought about it. Rather than feeling angry, Turq really only felt disappointed and even a bit crestfallen. She had really wanted to believe in the magic.

"I guess," Turq answered dubiously. "It all sounds really tedious anyhow," she added with a shrug, "so even if it worked, ain't nobody got time for that." It was meant as a joke, so she smirked, though she still looked at Jinx with both disbelief and a bit of suspicion backlighting her turquoise eyes.

When Jinx offered a consolation prize of sorts, Turquoise deliberated whether to buy into it again or just opt out. Not wanting anybody to pull the wool over her eyes or waste her time, she shrugged again. "Maybe... sure," she said, having a change of heart even as she spoke. Despite herself, she was still intrigued. How cool would it be to see a wolf become invisible, after all? Well, she would still be able to see Jinx herself but she could witness how the others couldn't, which would be neat enough. "Come find me if the opportunity ever presents itself."

They walked a few beats in silence before Turq complained, "Though I still wish I could see for myself. Guess I could always just become your enemy," she quipped playfully, of course unaware that Jinx would one day leave the pack to establish her own, at which point Turquoise might unwittingly get the chance to see her in action after all. "Just kidding," she added with a wink as the pair of them continued their walk and talk and eventually arrived back home in Neverwinter Forest.