Whitefish River samakat bayda'

gracious is old enough to feel storms in her bones and has seen many sunrises and sets in her many years of existence. lovers have come and gone, some in peace, others in tragedy. her heart has not felt passion and engulfing flames for a tad bit of timer now, but perhaps that is to be expected now. not many take interest in such an old woman -- except for this small creature, it seems.

it certainly catches gracious off guard, though she remains composed. she at least knows that this young creature is no threat, but perhaps a temptress. in her younger days, she would've flirted right back, but those days may be completely behind her.

"come closer, you'll see that i am nothing to marvel at." a warm invitation, testing the waters of the response. she will not bare fangs if the girl slinks too closely; rather she is curious about her answers and her intentions. therefore, gracious can't scare her away with aggression.

the fish is dead, it won't swim away any time soon. gracious can avoid being gluttonous for a moment or two. "you are youthful and thin, many would consider you the precious one, not i."