Dreamland

Lark never looked happy. Lillianna had resigned herself to this fact a while back; she now hoped for - instead of genuine laughter, and whatnot - just a simple neutral expression. He had glowered at the mention of the siege, and he still looked angry, though quite a bit less so.

It didn't take any convincing at all for him to tell her what it meant, and she laughed in amusement at his words, eyes widening only slightly at it. Whore, eh? She snorted, shaking her head, a slight grin on her face. That grin widened and her eyes sparkled with surprise as he finally moved closer and flopped down, though he flopped on the grasses below the rocks. She'd move to get up, pausing to stretch luxoriously before scooting to the edge and flopping down, head dangling to look at Lark more. Another laugh at the thought of Sparrow blushing - "Yeah, definitely," she agreed. Her tail beat lightly on the rocks, her head scooting back to lay on the rock just enough where she was resting, yet also looking down at Lark. She said nothing more, and it wasn't too awkward at all, a companionable silence.

"speech"