Incoming Surprise

”An Empress should not have a bent quill.” she returned though he tried to argue that what she was going through wasn’t so horrible. ”It’s bent backwards too though,” she said a little quieter, but couldn’t contain the wiggle as she shifted uncomfortably beneath it. ”I’m not immune to the prick of my own quills.” Now she was just talking to be talking, and the adrenaline wore off and she tried with more difficulty to find her focus.

”Would you not be sorry, were I not Empress?” She asked him coldy, lowering one brow as she looked him over again, her tongue flicking condescendingly. He gave her more respect and lowered his head as he offfered to rty and pluck the quick from her skin. Her hackles raised in response along with a growl in her chest. ”No, thank you. I do not want.” She told him bluntly, trying to decide who she would want to help pluck her quills. No one. That thought cooled her considerably and her fur smothed slowly.