Let The Rain Wash Away

Her auditory system flickered forwards as it caught the words of the feline-like wolfess. Interest shot through her, not for her flattery but for the words that came next; treasures, they were encountered far and wide within any land that she has visited and yet the perspective of an individual was what determined the value and definition of the word. For one, a golden coin could have the ame value as a mouthful of ice cold water. She could not help but eye the woman interest in her choice of decoration and dare she say that she even saw a flick of a sparkle within her eyes/ She could not be sure. What honor can a few trinkets bring? her eyebrow rose in question, her tone remained soft and interested. Was this femme attracted to her golden pieces? She met her halfway, where she came from gold was a symbol of aristocracy, singular individuals chose to decorate themselves with such flashy accessories as a sign of their blood and purity. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel. she offered her complete name, a aura of confidence and regality radiating from her every fiber. Shelter from this weather. she pointed her regalia towards the sky once more, her fur clinging to her slender, feline frame, revealing her curvaceous hips.

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