Paw prints of my Ancestors

The fae watches the man closely as he tests her name, assessing his reaction with curiosity. It had been a significant amount of time since one had uttered her name; days of travel had not allowed for many chances to socialise. "Thankyou" she murmurs at his comment, one corner of her ebony lips curving into an amused half smile. She isn't sure of his sincierity, but she finds herself appreciating the gesture regardless.

He seems to agree with her stance on magic, to which she nods, tail tip twitching. However, it is his next question that surprises her slightly. She blinks once, the only indication of it. "Very well. I would like to see this magic for myself". It is the truth. Despite her calm, blank disposistion, she harbours a deep curiosity for the potential of this magic. Of course, she expects to be disappointed. Most things in life, she has recently discovered, were disappointments. But the very prospect of magic...A tiny fragment of her heart, a fragment she longed to ignore, yearned for it to be true.

His next words do evoke an evident reaction from her however, and this time, she doesn't even attempt to conceal the dry, humorless laugh. "Yes, I suppose I do. Alright, let's hunt". She nods, an indication that he may procede with a plan.