Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

At his appearance she seems interested. From far away her eyes seem dark, but upon closer inspection they're of a deep, royal blue. Interesting, something he’s never seen before. Those same cobalt orbs eye him down, drifting across his form from his face, to the inquisitive pattern of his pelt, ending on the appendage curled tightly onto his hips. He welcomes her gaze with a smile of his own, taking his turn to look her down as well. Shamelessly taking a minute to regard her in the same light as he steps closer.

When she speaks her voice is fine, smooth and velvety. Pleasant in the dark of the night. Then as she speaks more he notices a lilt that he cannot place in her tone, an accent. For a moment he wonders where she reins from, to have such an accent. Though in answer he gives a polite jerk of his head to signal her to continue on with the question.

He follows her gaze and looks out into the plain. He agrees with her. With what he’s seen so far this land is plentiful with wild and beautiful sights. So he nods back to her in agreement. Then allows his eyes to return to her face, she’s attractive, he can tell she holds power and that does nothing but interest him more.

When he sees her tail give a pleasant wag his own curled appendage gives a short wave. He comes to settle himself down into a seated position beside the rock and hum. “It is. I haven’t been here too long either, but I too have decided to make this my new home.” He looks to her. “Do you find yourself wandering? How’d you get here?” He prods gently.