Cerulean Cape Been broken down

Her solitude did not last for long. Just as soon as the last of her voice left her throat, did a stranger come approaching. Possibly drawn by the sound of her anguish, of her fury. Whatever the reason was, she didn't care. The young man asked only an innocent question, albeit with an attempt at humor. Tzila however, found nothing about her circumstances amusing.

Turning to face him with a certain sense of purpose in her movements, she pinned her dark ears down. Leveling her head with her spine, she considered confronting him further. The glare in her eyes was cold as she stared him down in silence. What would he know? Why should he care? 

"That's an awfully bold question to ask a stranger." She drawled lowly. "None of it concerns you." She concluded firmly. Whirling away to move in the opposite direction in a sulking lope, her body language was clear. She didn't want to be bothered and she certainly wasn't in the mood to confide.