sunsets and icy jets

The cat acknowledged her presence, facing her and emitting a rumble from her throat. To follow came no greeting, how rude. Instead, a question. Pray tell, darling. Is this lake already claimed? She asked, and Raven could not tell if the note of sarcasm was real, or just her imagination. Giving a sigh she parted her ebony jaws to reveal blinding white razors, and vocalized her own thoughts. Well hello to you too. She muttered, the comment dripping with sarcasm. Then she chose to answer the question, since it would be simply unladylike to be just as rude as the cat. To hell if I know. She shrugged, the perfect accompanying gesture for the phrase. She could see just a touch of vanity within the cat, and thought to herself; I just might like this cat, but let's see how this conversation goes. Shaking out her fabulous coat, she eyed the cat with orbs that started out icy blue and faded into lavender. And your name might be.....? She drifted off, waiting for the cat to realize how rude she had been by not introducing herself, and fill in the answer.