She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman
Blinking sleepily at him, Iskra smiled a little as she looked him over. His fur was a little out of place since he just woke up. The way it stuck out in places was kind of funny. Cute, but still funny. Thinking about it a moment she shrugged and declared, "I slept alright, pretty average as far as sleep goes." Then, a thought sparked in her mind and the woman added quietly, "I did have a dream. It was a good dream. You were there..." Her voice was a melodic, almost sing-song whisper. With some prompting from Dragon she would manage to sit up at long last, peering around the room as golden threads of sunlight reached across the stone floor, stretching closers and closers as the minutes ticked by. Eventually she would make it to her paws, stretching out each leg in the languid manner of a cat. "One of these days I'll be able to tempt you into sleeping in suuuper late," she teased. Now that she was up, though not entirely awake, she could continue to inspect the room once more. Several times she eyed the bed with longing. It was a good thing he couldn't see her lest she be scolded for trying to draw him in again. In the back of her mind she was pretty sure if she put in an honest effort she could get him to stay in late one morning. Unfortunately, she knew better and had to exercise some self restraint. Ugh, being good was duumb! |