I Bring The Weather With Me
08-25-2017, 09:21 PM
It would be unlike her to do anything but thrive under such attention as that she was receiving from the boy, after all, what else would one expect from someone dripping with the kind of wild aura she seemed to radiate? Call her prideful or vain, those are probably the correct terms anyhow. Iskra wasn't one to turn down attention especially flattering attention. The slack-jawed stares were entertaining and inflated her ego to a degree. This particular instance was no different - she was more than happy to bask in the look she received as she sauntered her way closer. Some might get tired of these looks, but Iskra was nothing like those wolves. She was far too self-assured to become uncomfortable with extra attention.
Her lips drew back in an even toothier grin at the poor souls' fumbling attempts at finding words to speak. "Oh, I prefer my weather a little more extreme to be perfectly honest," she chuckled absently, gaze drifting to the side as if looking back on a relevant memory, "Nothing interesting ever happens during this sort of mild crap, ya know?" There was a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke, clearly betraying her love the more 'interesting' events in life. "No one tells stories about fighting the forces of evil or going on grand adventures on a sunny afternoon with a gentle breeze coming in from the north."
She hadn't even realized she'd begun walking, moving in a semi-circle from one side of the russet male to the other. Turning her glittering blue eyes back towards him, Isk studied the younger wolf for a few moments. He was pretty tall, not unlike members of her family, and his markings were alright. Those eyes were pretty neat, though, heterochromia was always a good look. Leave it to her to start with a physical inspection. As an after thought, she decided to do that whole introduction thing, "The name's Iskra Aeris. And who might you be, Mr. pack wolf?" At least her head wasn't so far in the clouds that she'd fail to notice something like the scent of a pack. Iskra still wasn't all that familiar with the packs here, not that she cared to be at the moment anyways. She had other, funner things to busy herself with.
Her lips drew back in an even toothier grin at the poor souls' fumbling attempts at finding words to speak. "Oh, I prefer my weather a little more extreme to be perfectly honest," she chuckled absently, gaze drifting to the side as if looking back on a relevant memory, "Nothing interesting ever happens during this sort of mild crap, ya know?" There was a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke, clearly betraying her love the more 'interesting' events in life. "No one tells stories about fighting the forces of evil or going on grand adventures on a sunny afternoon with a gentle breeze coming in from the north."
She hadn't even realized she'd begun walking, moving in a semi-circle from one side of the russet male to the other. Turning her glittering blue eyes back towards him, Isk studied the younger wolf for a few moments. He was pretty tall, not unlike members of her family, and his markings were alright. Those eyes were pretty neat, though, heterochromia was always a good look. Leave it to her to start with a physical inspection. As an after thought, she decided to do that whole introduction thing, "The name's Iskra Aeris. And who might you be, Mr. pack wolf?" At least her head wasn't so far in the clouds that she'd fail to notice something like the scent of a pack. Iskra still wasn't all that familiar with the packs here, not that she cared to be at the moment anyways. She had other, funner things to busy herself with.