Every day's so caffeinated

Despite her clear and unobstructed approach, she'd still managed to startle the woman, Andalusia could tell that much. Yet the response was not long lasting, and as her companion calmed the golden woman dismissed the other's behaviour without a second thought. Likely she'd caught her off-guard, a reasonable assumption if the other woman had expected no company but herself.

She listened as the grey woman spoke, a slight smile pulled over her face. The other woman was a bright one, to say the least. Yet Andalusia's mind worked in junction with her nose, and despite the polite tilt of her lips, her thoughts churned with questions that made her wish to draw to a blank stare again. Over the sweetness of the meadow grass, three scents ruled the air: rabbit blood, Vienna's own, and one that made her both excited and uneasy all the same: Sumayl. To catch wind of him alone was not what disturbed the woman, but rather its source, for while it could have come from any swatch of meadow grass, Andalusia was certain the grey woman - Vienna - was carrying his scent herself.

Andalusia had not been blind to her brother's habits with women, and she felt her judgements rise as she stood in the presence of perhaps another he was keen to drop as quickly as he'd picked her up. "Well, it's good to see a friendly face around here. Pleased to meet you, Vienna." She nodded her head and considered sinking to the ground. She could always ask if the name Sumayl meant anything to her. She settled on easing to her haunches instead. "The name's Andalusia," and, after a second thought, added, "Andalusia Ostrega."