Bottle it up

Of course you are, the woman would muse to herself, knowing all too well how lonely being a rogue could be. Everyone craved the company of others, even foul mouthed, uncultured, grizzly mannered males. But if this was going to work, Rae was going to have to pick and choose her battles, and learn the torturous art of holding her tongue. At his next statement, the woman would watch as the male put on display just how capable he was of taking care of himself... by buffing out his coat? "Nor did I say you weren't." She grinned, taking in his frame all over again since he was so eager to put it on display in front of her. Perhaps solitude had made her standards slip, but the female could hardly resist the urge to hum softly to herself as she drank him in. Delectable dark chocolate swirl, would seem so sweet to have if he didn't have such sour taste. Dragging her gaze back up to his features, she would watch as those gears seemed to grind away, probably puffing out a bit of smoke out the ears, as Askan appeared to think over the idea for a brief moment.

Of course, his immediate answer would be nothing less than a bitter retort, but that was becoming an expected behavior. The act of turning from her, however, was not. For just a moment, the male had Raelyn believing he would really leave her there.. just like that. It was an unthinkable act, and the surprise was clear on her features during those few seconds as her eyes widened and she quickly climbed to all fours. No one had dared to turn their backs on the female before, it would have been an ego shattering moment... had he followed through. Much to her relief, the brute seemed to pause, tossing a rather cold look back at the snow queen, before inviting her to join. Well.. perhaps he didn't put it quite so nicely, but it was an invitation nonetheless. Grinning at the male, Raelyn would use her long slim legs to quickly catch up with the male, offering him a comfortable few feet of buffer before she would reply. "I knew there was good in you." She would muse, as if she had won some undeclared argument, causing a bit of a trot in her steps as she crossed the snow.





-- EXIT unless stopped --