Its not a purse

She remained oblivious to his presence. He could have stepped right by her, and she wouldn't have noticed. Well, not until she went to leave, that is. Then she would have scented his presence, and have been conflicted, and would have ignored the issues. But no. He spoke, and the voice sounded cold to her. It was not hostile, but neither was it friendly; it was cold and neutral. Her head would raise, but she wsa looking away from the male, and it would main so as she contemplated answering... or ignoring. Slowly, almost a regretful movement, she would turn her upper body slightly, so she could look at him. Green eyes would appear dark as she turned away from the setting sun. "Starling." Her voice would be strong, though with a sad undercurrent. The neutral look on her face would falter for an instant. "Your shoulder?" This would be quieter, though still loud - it had to be loud enough to reach his ears, after all. If it did, or not, though, she wasn't entirely certain.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"