life is way too short to take it slow

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-03-2019, 09:52 PM by Iolaire.)

"Please, just Io." She shot the woman a slight grin. "My mother called me Iolaire when she was cross with me." And she had been often. Iolaire hadn't been an easy child. She'd been stubborn and entitled and just awful.

When Deathbelle seated herself, Iolaire followed suit, haunches folding. Her thick, foxlike tail curled around one shapely hip. "Mmm, I'm having a well enough night. Belly full of rabbit. A few bits of greenery in the pack. Can't ask for much more." Deciding to get even more comfortable, the small woman slid down to lay upon her stomach. Forelegs extended and she gave a little stretch, a yawn pulling from her. Giving her head a shake, she spoke. "Mmm, excuse me. I haven't slept in quite a while."

She attempted to make a bit of small talk, though she wasn't really a fan of it. "I haven't been in the vicinity of the volcano. I wonder how long it'll be before we can all go home." It would be her home too now. It was still an odd feeling and would take time getting used to. And who knew how long it would last? Something always seemed to happen that pushed her to move along.

"Speech"

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