Black Morass xo tatted all over

the girl's abrupt appearance did not rattle her; instead, it intrigued her, this peculiar mix of boldness and wile. envy was an odd one, that much was clear.
is that so? ione’s voice was soft, measured, with an undertone that hinted at the sharp edge of her intellect. her tail flicked once, slowly, behind her. she stepped forward, a quiet power in her stride as her eyes flicked to the plants in question and then back to envy.
tell me, she said, her tone light but her words weighted with curiosity. what do you know about these plants? ione tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable but intent. she wanted to gauge the girl, to see if there was substance beneath the playful exterior—or if envy’s interest was nothing more than fleeting fascination.