hopeless wanderer

"is that so?" she'd reply smoothly, the ghost of a chuckle reaching her eyes. highlighting them well with mirth. he seemed drawn to staring at her, and she couldn't blame him. she was from a good stock; genetics were poured into beauty. carefully crafted into a favorable form. well, she did do her best to appear lovely too. she'd groom regularly and took care of her weight... but no one needed to know this. Desdemona wanted to appear effortlessly desirable. "though I would say I am the lucky one, to meet a gentleman like yourself, Balerion."

she'd pull her face into a sad sigh as she turned away, gesturing quietly to their surroundings. "no, I have just arrived here myself. you are the first I have seen" aware of the pines having a pack's scent, she had veered away. there was no reason to seek them out, for she loathed the cold. she couldn't imagine living there. "I am Desdemona, however. a pleasure to meet you." ever polite, ever mannerisms taught. especially around men. if you played along, they were easier to - she didn't want to say control - deal with? yes.