Whitefish River keep your head up

what r u doin 2 my character. stop.

There was obviously a cryptic side to her companion here. There was too much vagueness whereas the Renatus is sure she was talking about Mallaidh. She reminisces how she fawned over their Resident Tree Girl, gushing about how cute she is. Varinril remembers feeling like an intrusion. Retention is cutting. Jaw becomes tense. Stop! She meant nothing by it. Let it go. And so she does, allowing it to escape in the tautness leaving her mandible. (But that's not how she's wired, unfortunately. She stuffs it away, never to see light. The weight is there, tangible, in the pit of her stomach.)

Varinril is no angel, either, much as she would like to be.

Thank the skies. She's grateful for the ease in which Saarthal slips back into her jovial self. Some might find it disconcerting, but for Varinril, it was a break in their labored dialogue; not ready to unpack her secrets nor urge her friend to spill. It was too early for that. Best stick to lighthearted discussions for now.

She has not eaten in three weeks, she says. Was that an exaggeration? Whether it is or is not, Varinril's desire to hunt is renewed. 'Ere she can move, Saarthal is there, eyes fastening onto her own. Vainril-With-the-Pretty-Eyes was still developing in her own sexuality, the roman's words causing her eyebrows to shoot up. She knew her eyes to be attractive, but what were Saathal's cares? What did she want to say beyond "your eyes are pretty"? Maybe she should just accept the compliment and stop fishing for something more, like, damn? But then she recalls when they first met, how she wanted to return praise but felt it would be inopportune. Now was her chance. Oh, this is going to be good.

Sensuality deepens her porcelain features, the dark, inviting skin of her lips curling into a salacious simper. Coyly, she brings her head closer to Saarthal's crown, illustrating her deepsea eyes in high definition 1080 pixels all their glory. When she speaks, it is unwaveringly smooth.

"And yours is like the sun as it kisses the horizon goodnight." When she said kisses, she leans ever forward, lips hovering dangerously close to the others. No doubt Saarthal can feel her cloying breath now, hot and heady along the length of her muzzle. This is shortlived, however, as she sinks back with a heartfelt remark. "Perhaps you can tell me about this her sometime."

Whether Saarthal thought her flirtation over the top or not, Varinril was having fun now.