Qeya River devourer

She hadn't expected the smile she received, and it took her somewhat by surprise, although she wouldn't let him know that. She narrowed her eyes at his words, about to offer some quick retort, but she was distracted by his shift in body language. She watched his tail wag, giving him a confused look before answering his last question. That sounds like a question for you to answer on your own, she replied, one corner of her lips lifting into a playful smirk. Again she was surprised at the invitation to play and she looked at him, clearly tempted, but a little unsure. Aside from with her nieces and nephews, she didn't usually play. Her childhood was filled with training, not games, so to be offered it now like it was something everyone did was a little strange. Still, the concept was not lost on her, and she couldn't very well turn down what also appeared to be a challenge. So, without any warning to give herself away, she jumped at him, attempting to land in front of him in a play bow and playfully yet awkwardly attempt to grab the fur on his neck. Playing was kind of like sparring, she thought. Just less serious.