The Sunspire Look at last on meadows green

Oooo-oooo-oooh, said Talos, voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm. Yeah, she was obviously real impressed. The splotchy boy seemed to first be trying to show her up and then to avoid her—which made it totally a good idea to shove her own dark bulk right into his path and loom up into his face. No avoiding Taloses, you little coward, hah! This was much more interesting than wandering aimlessly about 'minding her own business' after all, and he wasn't going to doom her to immediate boredom again quite that easily. Ri' proud o' yerself, arencha, boy? Jus' wha' bizness coul' be so important thatcha can't even take two secon's t'stop 'n' talk anyway, eh? Talos gave him a sardonic sidelong look, and dragged her silvery eyes up and down the young male's form. You sure don' look like no one who'd be sent off on no actual importan' missions, tha's fer sure.

Talos struck a pose, one massive black paw jutted assertively out before her before replanting itself among the gravel and sand and her tail and head raised high, all the better to look superciliously down her long nose at him. She did take note that the easier trail along the mountainside started to narrow and then drop off on the one side not that far behind her, so that it would only get increasingly difficult for the boy to simply swerve around her... Talos had to fight down a smirk at the thought. She'd been having kind of a crappy day, it was true, but somehow needling this boy and making his day a bit crappier was cheering her up a fair bit. At least thus far.