Count your blessings

The Archer-Lyall had missed the back and forth, anyone who knew what the Scowle was and just who she thought she was. Her cockiness deflated though when he mentioned Lenae, her smile turning soft and genuine as she relaxed into the sound of it. "Adored..." It was almost a whisper, but genuine none the less. Just the memory of Jenny and Lenae was almost enough to have the girl turning tail and running for home, but that wouldn’t do. Not yet.

She recovered a bit of her bravado, head lifting and ears turning forward again, tail cheekily swishing from side to side, "We all know she’s too good for him, so we try to make up for his shortcomings." Everyone knew it was the women that held the power at Pookastone, and the boys were only there for... Well, she wasn’t quite old enough to worry about that yet. "Why didn’t you ever come an’ stay?" She stepped forward boldly, moving to pass by his right flank, "We don’t mind visitors, and who knows? Maybe you would have liked our way of livin’ too?" She flicked her tail up, on a trajectory for his chin but pulled it away at the last minute. He seemed like the sort that would bite if she pushed her luck too far, and besides. He stunk of the Avalon girl. Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled like she had caught scent of something unpleasant.

"speech".