Cerulean Cape No Reason Letting Her Live

Delicate mouth partially agape, her mind reeled as she looked to the stranger who now pressed to her with his words. When Stjor spoke, the ridiculous direction of the conversation was understood more properly--so she hadn't just waltzed in to the makings of a rather heated moment. 

Still, the emboldened warrior purred her name, requesting assistance with translation and she felt her cheeks instantly flare with the heat of her blush. I... Oh, she hummed, her eyes drawing back to the man who spoke before giving her tail a deft flick in consideration. 

And so she pressed her innocence, testing the waters with something the pale brother had told her upon first meeting--something she had never fully grasped the understanding of. He likes you. She paused considering the moment with the tip of a shy muzzle. You're appearance pleases him.

And then the third wheel fell silent, uncertain if she should slowly back away and melt back into the brush.