Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

The allure of her smile caught him off guard a moment—the collected facade from before giving way to an invitation for play. A rumble of amusement escapes the man—his eyes drifting over the berries as she reveals more—and idly, he can’t help but wonder if somehow, with his visit to Toula and Akashingo, he had placed himself on a radar he should not be part of.

… If Germanicus’s lengthy absence came with a form of revenge from the man who had been affiliated to the desert palace.

A paw lifts to cross over the other—attention rapt upon her—a smile growing as she not only laid out the expectations of this little game, but went for a very obvious statement: though he had to wonder at her lack of surname.

“I’ve never had a surname, either,” he responds lazily, stretching out a paw now to idly graze a berry. “I have two. My folks were keen on legacies,” he offered with a cheshire grin. “But maybe that’s cheating.”

He waits for a berry to be extended—the judgement of the matter left to her.

“I have never… indulged in anything other than fermented fruits,” he offered—a far cry from the true questions he wished to delve in to.