No more apologies

Isa continued to follow along beside Sirius, quiet as ever. The silence didn't bother her. She didn't always have to push his buttons. Really, she only did so when he was being rude and callous. Since he was playing nice today, she would do so as well. Hopefully he kept it up, because she could spit venom at the drop of a hat.

Dark ears swiveled to catch the mans words as he gave her options. Isa stood, looking in the different directions. The fae's dainty nose quivered as she took in the scents that came her way. The rich scent of woodland met her nares and she motioned with a pull of her skull. "Woodland. Then I won't have to leave my cloak behind and hope that it's still there when we return." She didn't know who or what might want to take it, but it was a gift that meant something, so she wouldn't leave it up to chance. One paw extended out before her. "Lead the way, warlord. This is your walking tour, after all." She teased a little simply because she couldn't help herself.

"Isa"