Northstar Vale and we're slipping off the course that we prepared

to his accompaniment, she agrees with a dip of her muzzle. "my thanks," she offers, knowing he could have just as easily refused and forced her back up the way she'd come. his chest swells with pride, demeanor shifting slightly. gaze moves up and down him once; noting the appeal just as he mentioned a wife. well, then. relationships could always fracture, she supposed. "ah," she notes, "your reiko is a fortunate woman, then." 

curiousity spikes; if the man in the park had offered something foreign and freeing, this place tastes of something familiar. falling into step besides the man, she queries, "how is it to live under your rule, emporer?" the structure of her words, the lilt of her voice, suggests something foreign.