Jester In Queen's Attire
05-03-2020, 07:22 AM
Aggie watched in real time as the male bounced back from his initial surprise. Honestly, she was impressed. She could count on one paw the number of males she'd met who could go from 'Yeah, this one's a lackwit,' to 'Well, hello to you too, Mr. Manners' that quickly. He was quick to offer up shelter in his brother's pack too which made her... nervous, for a number of reasons, but equally intrigued at the same time. It wasn't often that she'd met packwolves who were willing to dust off the den furs and welcome in strangers. The mental image of this packwolf dusting off the den furs was at least enough to make her laugh aloud. Composing herself, Aggie asked, "And your brother wouldn't mind you abusing your familial privilege for little old me?" She tipped her head back towards Ylva, who's grip was ever tightening by the way, a sure sign of her displeasure. "Ylva here makes for a good bodyguard, but if we found ourselves on the wrong side of an entire pack I'm afraid there's only so much she would be able to do." Ylva lifted one paw and wiggled her digits, making her curved claws flash in the evening light. "Though I have to say my expert opinion agrees, soggy cave sounds like an adventure better suited for another time." Aggie tilted her head and considered him as he finally introduced himself as Chaos Saxe, a wry grin curling up on one side of her mouth at the emphasis put on just how lovely the two of them were. What an unusual man. Even through a a fangy lisp and despite his towering size, she couldn't deny that he was... perhaps a bit charming. "I'm Asgeira Aldfinnr, Aggie to my friends, and like I said, this is Ylva. The pleasure is ours, Bold Mr. Saxe." She looked skyward, looking to see how much light was left in the sky. It would appear that had a bit of time longer before true darkness fell. Plenty of time. Aggie sat, tucking her tail close beside her paws. "Why don't you tell me more about this merry little band of yours. If you can convince me I'm not about to be gang-pressed into hard labor, maybe I'll take you up on your offer." She winked, and waited. To be fair it was a legitimate concern of hers, but that didn't mean she couldn't joke about it anyways. If she didn't make light of a potentially disastrous situation Ylva would probably think she was falling ill. "Talk" "Listen" Think |
