Duskfire Glacier after midnight

you treat him badly. svalla laughs at this, humorless and sharp. if this is what the woman found mean, it was no wonder why she was so naive. so...uncultured. "please, that was hardly anything. you should see me on a bad day." she grinned, as pointed as any tip of a blade. 

the woman speaks of things she does not know. her audacity makes svalla sigh, as if she was growing bored of the conversation already. did she want to be his wife? 

her eyes harden, as she chews on the question before she spits out her answer. the woman lingers, looking as if any sudden movement would frighten her. it brings svalla joy, but she would not harm the woman, lest she have a riled up Faust on her doorstep. 

and while that was appealing, she did not wish to hear more of his bitching. 

"i do not know." she said. no bite, no bark—perhaps the closest to amicable she would get. "he is an annoying man. i knew him as a child—he has changed. back then, i might have said yes." she shrugged, resting her chin atop a paw.

"why do you ask? you wish him to be yours, instead?"