Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

‘I’m here for a drink,’ she smoothly offers—no more, no less. His smirk grows—though with this information, he rolls himself back to his paws, a fluid motion that has the shadow runner standing closer to the edge of the water, his gaze lingering on her before stealing back to its depths for a moment.

“Then I can leave you to it,” he offers—was she nervous of him? She remained rooted to the spot—a shift in her frame and the way she held herself—a display for him, perhaps in hope to keep him at bay?

He was curious of her, but he wasn’t one to push his presence on another. “Nice meeting you….?” He trails off, wondering, at the very least, if he will get her name. Anything that might substantiate his suspicions she was part of the court.