Stopping to sip the red wine
10-15-2013, 03:32 AM
Felicita sank down on her haunches, curling her fluffy tail around her paws to keep the chill from them. She listened to the male speak, intrigued with everything about him. His multicolored eyes, for one, and the fact that he was covered in half-healed wounds. She hadn't noticed until then, but immediately her concern levels shot through the roof. She waited for him to finish speaking before she gave voice to those concerns, however. "Actually, I don't really live anywhere. I left my family's pack in the beginning of winter, to try and explore and see the world." The beautiful young femme wanted nothing more to ask what had happened to Oddity, but she didn't want to upset him. More likely than not, it was a long and painful story. Being the type of wolf who would rather gouge her own eye out than cause another pain, she refrained from voicing her questions. Oddity then asked about what she was doing out in the cold of winter, and Fell gave a shy smile and averted her eyes, pleased that he found her so feminine and delicate. "Well, you see, I like to keep moving. There's so much to do, so much to see!" Felicita's characteristic enthusiasm knew no bounds; no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the circumstance, the chocolate and creamy white fae was spunky and chipper. "That and I'm not quite tired enough to find a den. My fur keeps me warm when I'm up and moving around, but I do have to shelter when I sleep." Felicita spoke the last line in a teasing tone, taunting him as if Oddity should know such things. Fell remained seated and politely waited for Oddity to respond, her head tilted slightly to the side, large audits flopping wherever they felt the need to flop. The crisp winter air nipped at Felicita's nose, but that was the only part of her anatomy that was bothered by the temperature. Ever other inch of her was coated in long, downy strands of fur that trapped her body heat and warmed her from the inside out and back again, a continuous cycle. Despite the fact that Felicita had decided not to pry into Oddity's personal business, her curiosity got the best of her. "Pardon my prying, sir, but do you mind me asking what happened to you? Those wounds look like they hurt quite a bit." And there was Felicita, ever the Good Samaritan. --------------------------------- Speech |
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