Hideaway Strath You're slurring all your words

Clearly, the girl paid no mind to his gentlemen-like intentions. She drew nearer, where he'd failed to do so.

Long fur clung to her bodice, slimming out her figure even further. Arashi grew more and more curious. She was definitely of no breed he had ever encountered. A subject and question for a later time, perhaps.

There are not many to meet. He admitted bluntly, tone as cold and barren as his visage. In time, we will grow. A vow. Something he did not make often, but full of confidence as though his words would become true. That was the key, after all. With an abundance of faith, likeliness would surely grow.

How do you like it here, thus far? Enough about him.

Deciding that tension or awkwardness were not the best setting moods for first impressions (thanks to a lesson learned by his first encounter with Sakari), Arashi let his quarters fall to the earth. Here, he stared, perhaps more intently than he would have liked. What could be said in his defense? The girl intrigued him. There was always a first time for everything... right?