Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

She felt a pretty big amount of awkward trepidation waiting on his reply, despite her nonchalant internal dismissal.  It was a kind of stupid thing, maybe, to get into, but she really enjoyed these fortune tellings the more she performed them.  There was something insanely fun about not only reading a wolf, but then speaking to aspects of them that even they might not realize were there.

He seemed to have a hard time putting words to it.  She might have worried that he was having a hard time because he hadn't liked it, except his tone clearly indicated otherwise.  And she felt herself begin to glow a little, just a tidge, under the praise - just like she had when Merrick had attested to her skill.  Was he unnerved?

Not bad for a blind girl, huh? she joked in response to his comment, but she was obviously flattered.  A part of her wanted to press him for what ways she'd hit on things, but a part of it was that it was up to him to take what he would.  And explaining it would kinda ruin the personal aspect of it.  I just kinda take what I feel and what I hear and just.... listen?  And say what sounds right.  I think everyone hears something different too.  It's pretty cool, isn't it?  Her tail waved gently, and she got to her feet.

Not too much of a mess, but you might want to work on the clutter, she retorted, brushing past him and giving his shoulder a light, playful nip.  Now this witch needs a drink.  She hoped he'd follow, but if he had other places to go, she could manage herself.  It felt so good to be out and about, finally, on her own.  And it felt doubly good to have cleared the air between them, at least mostly, and brought things back to the way they were before.  Comfortable was probably the best term, and it was the way she liked it best.