Cedar Sweep Black swan

Straightening her posture, she slicked back her fur, clearly rather pleased with herself; not a shred of regret in the smug red of her gaze. she would trot back over to her little pile of herbs on light feet, almost graceful.. if you squinted.

A scoff rolled from her mouth as he hissed his little grievances, her jaws parting into a wide, taunting yawn Obnoxious? Or maybe I'm jus' settin' you straight. She huffs, posing all prim and proper for a moment You know it's rude to tease a lady.

How could you pick on someone so defenseless, darling and sweet? Victim victim victim!

It was a joke all the same. She found his anger gave her some entertainment, so he wasn't failing entirely at his job.

I can't imagine anyone enjoys your company. Her brow twitched imperceptibly, in her mind, a man clad in shadow, another in bronze. Neither present.

Yeah well. Whatd'you know. She rolled her eyes, coating the roots in snow and clearing off more of the dirt, idly, she worked as she spoke, now not even dignifying him with her gaze. I could say the same about you, skulkin' these woods with nobody to follow you except me. I'm alone cause I chose to be, can you say the same?