Lion Head Mesa Hellebore

Her ears flatten, does he mean to decorate her?

“Oh they are quite lovely- but I assure you I am not a thing like our Queen. I fear it would not lend a proper example of your vision,” she makes a polite refutation of it with a distancing cloak of dark tail wrapping around herself, hoping he will understand.

The half-breed was accepting of herself, she did not rue her station here, she knew simply she would not gleam like the Queen’s pale gold nor brightly-lit canvas and would not have the denizens of the court questioning otherwise.