Hoshor Plains suburban muse

Then it is stupid. Speak plainly, if you wanna be understood. She quips with a scoff, quirking her head to the side and abruptly recoiling back as he bared his teeth; yellowed, pitiful things, in contrast to her own more refined daggers.

This made her grin, wide and taunting. Talk then. I came for company, not to watch you take a nap. Wakey wakey~... She prods him one more time, and then skips over to slouch onto her belly beside him once more.

What brought you to yellowstone? Do you know the leaders much? What do you even do here? Envy mused, trying to eek out the beginnings of a conversation. She swayed back and forth while she waited, tattered ears perked his way.