Down the Rabbit Hole
Again, the peculiar word choice used by this female made Solveiga laugh a little. No fur off her buns? And did she really call Solveiga sweet cheeks? Fair enough, the sand colored woman supposed that she had grown pretty used to little pet names. It seemed like other wolves just couldn't help themselves when they saw a creature as little as her. But speaking of little creatures, her ears perked as the animal she had asked about spoke again. She claimed that she was a lemur, and her name was Tsiry. Solveiga gave her a polite little nod. "Pleasure to meet you Tsiry," she said softly.
The earthen wolf then claimed that she was really a cranky wench rather than a lemur and Solveiga coughed gently to hide a laugh. She supposed if the lemur really did have a temper, she shouldn't upset her by laughing at her. And besides, that would be rude, and rude was one thing the smaller woman always tried not to be. The other woman then introduced herself as Peregrine Myre and Solveiga let her tail sway happily behind her. "What a nice name," she said. "I'm Solveiga Derus. And I'm just exploring, really," she added in order to answer the question Peregrine had asked of her earlier. "I guess I was just curious about what lay at the end of all those tunnels of rock. And I have to say, I was not disappointed." The small woman looked around at the cavern they were in again, her blue eyes seeming to glimmer in the light of the rocks and crystals all around them. It really was a sight to behold, though she knew she probably would do well not to linger long either.
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