Larksong Grotto all dressed up in a pretty black label

she may not have the gift of gab, but Avicus is well versed in body language.

this woman's mien put her off.

the question is already answered, even as the offer comes her way. but she's hardened by then, indigo eyes turning frosty upon the other. no, she answers, and shakes her head, definitively.

heat. male company. she files it away for later.

with a sigh, Avicus begins to move toward the edges of the Grotto, picking her way back to the top unless this stranger has something else to say about that.