It's rather simple, Leera knows, to worm one's way into an empress' mind. There are always ways to manipulate spots on the totem pole, but the quickest is to be on good terms with the queen herself. And so, with this knowledge at the front of her mind, she lets the straight line of her lips curve upward into a smile. She smoothes the sharp lines from her face and sets her ears upright, allowing the roving glimpses that haven't gone unnoticed.
But the desert isn't hers. Her smile fades and her eyes sharpen again, but there's something about the other woman that stops Leera from writing her off as useless. There is power there, in those jewelled eyes, in that sloping body. Leera watches her as she moves, half sizing her up, half admiring her, and with a flick of the tail she speaks. "Birth right," she repeats, unconvinced. Her lids close gently, and a smoky smirk appears on her expression. "An entitled creature, aren't you?"
"I'm here for the same reason as you, I would assume. I'm scouting these lands." She allows the woman to circle her, deciding instead to indulge in the perfectly feminine odors that hang thick in the air. It's true that the other even smells like power -- that and something mildly sweet. Her tongue rakes slowly across her teeth. "My name is Leera Vindictus, my love, and I don't believe in birth rights. I was taught that only the most clever of wolves carry the throne on their backs, regardless of whose womb they came screaming out of." She eyes the other levelly, but there's a sparkle of something curious in her gaze. Something desirous. "But because I think you are more clever than some, I will entertain your birth right if you'll let me call you by your name."Which is...? Leera dips her chin slightly at the woman, expectant.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
