We're All Just Dancers, On The Devil's Dancefloor

Lotharie seems to relax and he even gives Keahi a tail wag in answer to her own. A smile tugs at her lips as they both sit and the gray man opens his mouth to offer her more honeyed words. The smile she wears takes a warm quality as she bows her head in respect to his smooth words and a chuckle is pulled free from her red maw as he speaks of being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, to which, the tropical woman cannot deny. She listens to his tale and a sympathetic frown tugs her smile down as he speaks of his father’s poor choices.

A small laugh rolls off of Keahi’s tongue as he says he is not off to the best start and she gives a shake of red head. After a brief moment, the laughter dies away but leaves, in its place, a friendly smile and the red woman says, “Well, Lothaire, I cannot deny that you were born with a silver spoon. If your words carried anymore honey on them, I’m afraid I would have to beat off flies while we talked.” Another, mirthful laugh bubbles out but the red woman quickly cuts it off, realizing that she might have offended him.

Waving a red paw through the air, Keahi says, “Ah, sorry. Please forgive my lack of polish. I am a simple island girl who is still new to this place and I meant no offense Lothaire.” A shy smile pulls at her lips for a moment before she continues, “But, if you’ll allow it, I think I know how I can make it up to you.” Straightening her back, she says, “Allow me to take you back to the Armada for food and a nice hot bath. You will not be forced to stay but, I might add that we do have heated dens. Might be just what you need to get back on your paws.” Her lips now hold a friendly, bright smile as she looks to him, waiting to see what he thinks of her offer.


"Keahi Mogotsi"