Wind in the Willows
08-13-2013, 09:49 AM
The male was quiet enough, letting her ramble on about her family and all the greatness her bloodline. Maybe he was impressed but if he was he wasn't letting her know it. He said her family was complicated and she grew an uncertain look. It wasn't really complicated, you just had to know all the names. "So, should I be calling you Your Highness now, Dear?" Now this had her laughing. The young female shook her head rapidly, "Well you would be the first," was the answer she gave him. Not a yes or a no. She really wasn't sure how she liked being called Your Highness. It was better than Missy that was for damn sure. She supposed it was a title she could slip into easily. "And you clearly are awesome enough without having to be a princess. You probably have quite a lot of boys begging for your attentions in your home." He was giving her a look now, a look that made her a little hot under the collar. The female laid down to calm her nerves. "No, not really. Most are too young and those who are close enough to my age to be serious are related to me. Only one fits the bill and honestly I seek his attention more than he seeks mine. We're friends and I drag him all over Alacritia though I'm fairly certain he hates it." She grinned winningly. Oh, how innocent she was. Azalea was growing more in tune with her feelings and as the two year mark approached, she was growing more and more sexually inclined. She enjoyed the company of males more than ever. She still wasn't sure how exactly she felt about Sarak or just how he felt about her or even what it meant if he did. She stretched out, legs out before her, her back arching. When she was finished stretching she army crawled nearer to the male, so that they were not so far apart. Speech, |
