Deepwood Weald If the ground is black and yellow

Neither one of them seemed to be in the mood tonight. It shows in her sassy, borderline, careless why she speaks to the brindle. He, of course, cares little if she has the patience for him, for he wants so badly to try her. Contemplating in his mind whether or not to come off as an asshole this time or be a bit nicer. 

It does seem the beautiful lady is having a rough day after all. Usually she’s quite quirky and sweet — kind of. Not so much with him it seems. That doesn’t mean his attraction for her is lost though. So as he trots next to her he lowers his head slightly and his smile lessens to make it seem like he’s not teasing her.

“What’s wrong, darling? You seem different.” Is all he says, light concern spotting his voice and face. Given he doesn’t know too much about the Queen of Fae, he can still sense the bad vibes surrounding her.