Larksong Grotto You pray it all away but it continues to grow

He watches her stumble to a halt and leans forward a bit as if to catch her should she fall. But. The young woman rights herself perfectly fine and hurries out an apology. Keeping his soft smile Vegas gives a shake of his head, brushing off the apology with such a gesture.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe I'll find it later." The snowy wolf chuckles in a mildly awkward manner. 

She gives her name and his eyes widen at the sheer beauty of it. He likes names, especially those with a strong yet feminine tone. After a moment of indecision he opts to comment on it. "Pretty name."he says this in his soft tones, a mere comment seeking not to flatter or overwhelm her with unwarranted or flirtatious intentions. 

"Mine is Vegas. Vegas Sadira." His smile fades before returning. Usually surnames are unnecessary but he had spoken it out of habit and now it's too late.

"Ahem. How are you today?" He wonders.