Redhawk Caldera There are a hundred boys and girls.

Dove is being a butt. Huzzah, dove-butt.

Dove did not like Peregrine, she decided. Maybe it was natural for her to find him an unsuited partner to her sister, or maybe it was in namesake alone which made her want to recoil from his company and have no more to do with him. But she had to be amiable, she had to be charismatic and play nice even if he had rubbed her the wrong way. The words falling from Peregrine's mouth were idle platitudes to the pale girl, who was still disinterested - until he asked her about boys. If she could blush, perhaps her cheeks would have turned a ruddy pink.

Still, she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of sharing her deepest wishes and wants with this.. This... man. Huff. It was girl talk. Stuff she would readily share with her sisters, private and hidden away from the attention of actual people. "Tall, dark, handsome, maybe." She muttered without really thinking - describing Peregrine completely by accident in the process. "Oh you know, just any old boy wont do," Her tail frisked.

"But you don't really want to hear me ramble about girl stuff, do you? Where is Fox? Perhaps she needs you." Begone, commoner. Said the look in her eyes, as she turned her head and caught his dark shape in her periphery.