cigarette daydreams

Epiphron wasn't at all opposed to company. With age, it seemed as though she found herself longing for company outside of her family. She felt slightly interest in this man, though he was but a stranger - and that interest shone in her sapphire gaze as it focused in on him as he moved closer. He had a slightly intimidating aura about him, but not necessarily one that made her want to abandon the lakeside. Instead, she felt intrigued, though her posture stiffened instinctively as he moved closer. Her tail would slacken behind her, head dipping toward the earth.

He stared for a long moment as he moved forward, and she returned the stare silently. His greeting was a somber one, and her lips would twitch as the fought the urge to frown in return. "Hello," she offered back, dual-hued ears flicking as she waited for more words from him. "Lovely day to sit by the lake, no?" ...or perhaps he was just thirsty, or looking for fish. Either way, it seemed a fitting way to start a conversation, and she would halt her movement to recline on her haunches and gaze at him curiously.