Golden Glade The Colour Red

She stayed beside him, not a sound following after her as she tread through the leaves. "Maybe it’s that sour attitude." She remarked, a complete lack of malice in her tone. "You know, I was always praised for my impeccable way of speech. My charms, too." Her head shifted up and down in a nodding motion as she spoke. A proud sir surrounded her.

Whatever it was he was chasing, she had absolutely no interest in. She was much more keen on chatter. More-so the self praise part. Though that seemed to go without saying.