To The Mountaintop
04-17-2017, 07:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2017, 07:01 PM by Esmee.)
Although Esmee initially wondered about Wesson’s appearance, there was truth in his words, and she was able to trust his explanation. It just happened to be a coincidence that they had both ended up at that very spot. It was a strange happenstance that they would both hike all the way the heck up the cliff perhaps, but still plausible though. The she wolf was able to drop her skepticism and just let bygones be bygones. “You are not intruding then; I was merely exploring up here and picking flowers too. Surely we can do it at the same time,” Esmee said with a small shrug of her shoulders. Or even together.
When they bumped into each other, Esmee was slightly surprised, but on the whole unaffected. No harm done, things like that happened sometimes. Being so close to him was her fault originally, so she widened the space just slightly so there would be enough room. As much fun as it would have been to continue canoodling like that, Esmee did not think that was dignified of her to do. Only females with no morals did things like that, certainly not queens. “I am Esmee. Pleasure to meet you Wesson, darling,” she said. She could not help but add in the little pet name at the end for kicks and giggles. Well, Esmee did not exactly giggle when others were around, but it did amuse her anyway. If she was “sweetheart” to him, then he would forever be “darling” to her. It was sort of a running joke that the female had concocted for herself, even if only for a little while.
Then another male showed up.
There was no denying that these two were brothers; Esmee deduced that straight off the bat. They both had strong presences about them, not to mention their color patterns, manner of speaking, and size. What were these two eating, dinosaurs? Whatever it was, it just had to be a lot of it. There was no way that a couple of bunnies could possibly sustain their appetites, absolutely no way. Esmee glanced back and forth between the two before letting a small smile form on her features. It was just enough to lightly pull at the edges of her mouth, but it was there nonetheless. At least these two appeared to be gentleman; otherwise she would have bit off more than she could chew there.
“Good evening to you as well, sir. And yes, he has been on his upmost best behavior up to this point,” Esmee said to Colt in reassurance. Her tail swayed gently behind her frame in good faith before stopping. There were teasing undertones that implied Wesson might not in the future though. “Esmee,” she said introducing herself to him, not forgetting to do it this time. “If you guys are up to it, perhaps we can travel together up here? Three might be more effective than two and one separate,” Esmee suggested. It was just a suggestion for them though; they could choose to do as they pleased.
When they bumped into each other, Esmee was slightly surprised, but on the whole unaffected. No harm done, things like that happened sometimes. Being so close to him was her fault originally, so she widened the space just slightly so there would be enough room. As much fun as it would have been to continue canoodling like that, Esmee did not think that was dignified of her to do. Only females with no morals did things like that, certainly not queens. “I am Esmee. Pleasure to meet you Wesson, darling,” she said. She could not help but add in the little pet name at the end for kicks and giggles. Well, Esmee did not exactly giggle when others were around, but it did amuse her anyway. If she was “sweetheart” to him, then he would forever be “darling” to her. It was sort of a running joke that the female had concocted for herself, even if only for a little while.
Then another male showed up.
There was no denying that these two were brothers; Esmee deduced that straight off the bat. They both had strong presences about them, not to mention their color patterns, manner of speaking, and size. What were these two eating, dinosaurs? Whatever it was, it just had to be a lot of it. There was no way that a couple of bunnies could possibly sustain their appetites, absolutely no way. Esmee glanced back and forth between the two before letting a small smile form on her features. It was just enough to lightly pull at the edges of her mouth, but it was there nonetheless. At least these two appeared to be gentleman; otherwise she would have bit off more than she could chew there.
“Good evening to you as well, sir. And yes, he has been on his upmost best behavior up to this point,” Esmee said to Colt in reassurance. Her tail swayed gently behind her frame in good faith before stopping. There were teasing undertones that implied Wesson might not in the future though. “Esmee,” she said introducing herself to him, not forgetting to do it this time. “If you guys are up to it, perhaps we can travel together up here? Three might be more effective than two and one separate,” Esmee suggested. It was just a suggestion for them though; they could choose to do as they pleased.