Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Now that was enough of their little meal, at least for her. She pulled herself away from the kill piles that the coyotes had so generously left them them - the thought nearly made her chuckle - and she lapped her lips clean of any blood that might remain. "I believe that sort of thing is hard to know until it happens," Eyrún admitted, feeling uncharacteristically thoughtful about such matters at the moment. Truthfully she wasn't always such a talker but she appreciated Éldi's company quite a bit. Likewise, she really wasn't sure the sort of parent she'd be, eventually. Though she knew she'd love her own blood more fiercely than anything else she could ever dream of caring for, she knew she'd be a far cry from a pushover.

Éldi asked what she meant and she had to grin. "I find it difficult to imagine committing fully to someone, for commitment's sake," Eyrún spoke, matter-of-factly. A quirked brow showed she was wondering what Éldi might think of what she was saying. Being so frank about who she was... well, she'd never had to do this before. "But only because it's what I want. I don't like playing by the rules," she admitted with another light chuckle. She had no doubt if she connected with someone on a deeper level that her feelings would be true, but the thought of being tied down didn't appeal to her. Life was too short and too full of opportunity.