don't know what the plan is

*Lillianna* · (This post was last modified: 01-10-2016, 03:13 AM by Lillianna.)

She'd wait, impatiently, for an answer that seemed to take forever in coming as he kept his muzzle firmly away from her. She'd feel her tail twitch in her displeasure, ears flicking back slightly as she stared down her muzzle at him. Of course, he was still pretty tall laying down... but she was taller for the time being. Eventually, he'd look back up, with a hard look - a look she returned, eyes narrowing. She wasn't going to take any shit, no, not at all. And yet... when he spoke, she found a frown pulling at her features, and her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "Why?" Despite the look in her eyes, the word, the question, came out soft, and was no longer a demand, but a request. His words made no sense. "Why cover up how you feel?" Was it a trust thing? She could understand, to a degree.

speech"Italian" "Farrym"

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don't know what the plan is

Lillianna