Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

Well, he sure seemed to be absent-minded. His reactionless demeanor very clearly bored Hira, and for a moment she considered leaving, before he had stroked her ego. She did not care for his sadness, only for the fact that she was doing better than him, which prompted her to stay for a little while longer. Only a little, though, before she'd nab a fish from one of the pools and be on her way.

Hira, she answered. Curt. That needn't concern you— A closer lean to take in the scents that hid beneath the layer of mud upon his coat, of which he slowly seemed to clean. —You have not interacted with who I'm looking for. But... perhaps this dove could be her messenger. The hummed for a moment, peering at the stranger up and down, before seeming to relent.

But... if you find a man by the name of Leandros Arslan, red coat, eyes like mine, my age—a bit bigger, she took a quick breath. Tell him his most beloved sister is searching for him, and that Kaan is angry. The emphasised words came out in a hiss of resentment, though she ended her sentence with a cruel smile. Should her message be passed along, she hoped that it would scare the prince into running back home with his tail tucked between his legs.

Her demeanor was rather gleeful, now, and she layed upon the red dirt with crossed forelegs. What is your name, dove? Hira's black lips were tugged in a smirk, eyes thin slits, head tilted, almost cockily.