Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

I mean no harm.

Crooning to him, Vys dare not stop her show of good-will, especially with how close he was approaching. So close in fact, that the man placed a testing nudge upon her cheek. For a millisecond, she turned her head to face him in question, but thought better of it and turned her gaze the other way. Tail patted lazily against the earth as she waited for the okay to stand up again. "Vystra." She stated in a muffled voice. She hoped it sounded relatively normal pitch wise, and that he understood it was her name. For now, she would call him 'Man of Importance' in her own mind.