Cedar Sweep Black swan

Ah! Manners!

Frivolous things. Silly, she thought, especially when she was used to getting her way without them most times. Bat some pretty lashes, show off her smarts-

Make them nervous. Sometimes it was on purpose but not always! Not always.

She got down, rolling onto her back and exposing stark white belly fur Oh pretty please mister, won't you help a poor soul in need?

She was up in another moment, shaking the snow from fur and assuming an air of nonchalance.Unsavory is one way of putting it. She lingered on the thought a moment, a bit of amusement spared to the clear trends. Part of it was her own fault, a moth drawn to the kindling of a flame, licked by its burn.

Going back for more. Hungry, always hungry.

S' my way of seein' if you would take it. Since you're still here, clearly I'm not as bad as you're pretending. She snickers, dramatically tossing her head back with a gasp 'Unbecoming.'