Nothin' But A Thang

Lydia reached out a dainty paw and tapped with her claws at the veins of gold shimmering in the marble. She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting. It didn't feel any different and she knew she couldn't pry any out with her claws alone but there was something almost magical about simply touching something that seemed so out of place in its surroundings. Rivulets of gold in a bone dry river bed. Lifting her head she was about to carry on her way when a voice called out causing her to jump slightly, her fur standing on end like a startled cat and she cursed herself silently. Don't make an idiot of yourself, honestly!" She quickly shook herself and took a few moments to smooth out her fur before turning to see a handsome young man gazing uncertainly at her. She glanced around. "Oh, um… hi."

Her gaze quickly shifted to his paws as she found herself uncertain what to say and she started to fidget. "I uh… hi." No, no, no, no…. you just said that idiot. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be from around here would you? I was wondering what sort of herbs grow in this area." Decent recovery… Maybe if she just stuck to the task at hand she could get through this conversation in one piece.