Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

Even if she was a woman and knew a man, her mind was still quite innocent and did not immediately knew her words could be twisted and sexualized; so she just  brushed it off as a joke. “Right when I thought I could find you useful. Guess I was wrong.” she giggled under her breath, covering her nose with her paw. A wave of relief washed over the argent, sighing in response. “I see. You know a lot, don’t you giant trunk?” She again thought for a moment then stood up, jumped from her resting place, went straight for Dreven with her eyes narrowed and her eyebrow raised.
 
Agana was… weird; or in other words, her mind was special. She knew fear far too well, but when she wasn’t frightened, she asked a lot of questions and approached others without asking first. Some may take it as flirting, although it was far from that. The argent was afraid of the umber-painted male, but she was also curious and wanted to know more. Staring right into his crimson eyes, Agana parted her lips to speak, “Where are you from then? And what do you mean by relief? Where you some kind of hard-worker back in the past? That’s why you have so many scars?”