She knew he was watching her, but she kept her gaze cast upward, allowing him to enjoy her angles as the moonlight set a silver glow to her pelt. It would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy the attention -- she did -- and she knew she deserved it. She deserved everything the world gave her.
When he spoke again, she didn't move an inch. She was still, quiet, absorbed by those faraway oddities, but she noted every word of his. "Quite poetic, aren't you?" Leera glanced at him briefly, taking in more details of his mismatched complexion. But just because he was a poet didn't mean she agreed with him. "And to answer your question, it's not so much that it irks me but rather that it unsettles me."
Maybe he knew what she meant. Maybe he didn't. The darkness, the quiet, the emptiness... these were all things that came with the setting of the sun. Although she was a dark-souled creature, she preferred when days began."I prefer mornings. The promise of a day that's mine for the taking." It was true; she liked the idea of possibility, of making things go exactly her way. That was the best part of the day.
Once more, her small pink eyes fell onto him. Their expression was flat, almost unconvinced as she watched him, but all in all she was enjoying having some company for a change. "So. What kind of things do you do during the nighttime that make you love it so?"
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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