Purpose Driven

Manea enjoyed the soft words her guest spoke, seemingly quite well spoken. That certainly made her continued presence more enjoyable even beyond her attractive looks. She wasn't anything remarkable, but as far as random women she had come across in this land she certainly wasn't the least interesting. She took in the name she was given with a soft smile. Irilyth. "A lovely name," she commented, a feline claw drawing absent minded circles in the dirt under paw. "I'm Manea. A pleasure." As she was speaking, the woman's tail flicked and let a hint of the smell of her heat reach her over the clean smell of the rain. A brow lifted with interest and another smirk crossed her lips. Ah, this was even more interesting and enticing then. It really was her lucky day.

Manea rolled and rose to her paws, giving her galaxy swirled pelt a brief shake before she set her sights on Irilyth again. Without so much as a warning, she walked over to where Irilyth was laying on the opposite side of the small cave and laid down beside her, shifting onto her side so that she could wrap her foreleg around the smaller woman's side, easily pulling her into her chest so that Irilyth's back was against her stomach. She was such a small thing she could have picked her up and carried her away, the thought making her chuckle. "Tell me, Irilyth," she said in a low purr against one of her pale blonde ears, wrapping one foreleg around her chest to keep her held firmly in place while the other traced down across her soft stomach. "What is a little morsel like you doing wandering around the world alone? Surely someone as pretty has been scooped up already."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny