Redhawk Caldera Paper moon

It was just a little game. The same game Dove had played back home, with all the silly boys. Poke around a bit, bat your eyes, speak softly and sweetly, get them all coiled around your little finger. But the game here had been spoiled as soon as Somnia had opened her mouth.

No matter what Dove did to reclaim it, things just got worse - and then the boy was the one in retreat, turning tail and escaping before any further conversation (if that's what this even was) could be had. His words made the Gamma shrink and pout, much to the chagrin of Dove, and then Somnia was off as well - looking at her with quite the acidic expression - leaving the pale girl on her own.

With nobody left to appease her, Dove shrugged and began moseying on. She seemed totally unaffected by the encounter, and went about her business.

Well that went well.