Dragoncrest Cliffs Yeah she steals like a theif

perfect gif *chef's kiss*

Fade here?

Naturalism? As an an appreciation for nature? Not likely. Lilia was training to become a warrior, a scout and a hunter- but this more gentle aspect suited her well enough, for the time being. After all, it was her intention to seem benign. She would be supple when complimented, and while she was irked at being associated with something as frivolous as being a naturalist, she glowed. "Yeth, I do! Thank you," She admitted, adding a touch of surprise to her voice to seem a bit more genuine. 

Ugh, naturalism. She didn't begrudge her friend Reki for being interested in plants and flowers, but it was so terribly boring in comparison to becoming a warrior. 

She smiled when she was welcomed. And as well as she could, she tried to look impressed by the rotting, stinking behemoth of meat and blubber upon the shore. Its scent was almost overpowering. For one who was almost always hungry, Lilia felt her stomach clench, as though to deny any presence of an apatite. 

Quennell quailed in the moment, seemingly mortified. But his uncle was casual; suave. Lilia could feign her own dignity for a bit longer, and smiled as the red-tailed man excused himself. Her eyes flicked up to the cliffs and flashed, but she simply tightened her grin. "Thankth, Njord. It wath nithe meeting you," She chimed, holding her expression until he'd turned and walked away. 

She turned, and raised her brow at Quennell. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and flicked her tail. "Well, yow-ah uncle theemth nithe." She said, giving him a moment to recover, under her lightly jousting gaze, and then moved in so that they could eat.