Lonely is the Night
12-19-2016, 07:31 PM
Ganta shook his head as the femme became apologetic. “There is no need to be sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t in the middle of anything important, truth be told.” His ghostly gaze curiously focused upon the female, head tilting to the side as he watched her. “Ara… It’s a pretty name.” It reminded him of his mother’s own. He rose, though his posture was still relaxed as he let out a light laugh. “I don’t suppose you might be up for a bit of company for a little while?” His gaze flicked back towards her.
“I apologize if I’m being a tad forward, Ara. I just so happened to be thinking it might be a good idea to build some friendships and acquaintances…” He paused, taking a small breath. “There is… a familiar scent upon your coat. Are you a Fiorian?” Ganta asked, his smile widening. “I’ve met a very nice wolf from that pack...” Here he trailed off, giving the female room to answer. |
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