Sleeping Beauty

She felt a brief moment of tension as he cupped her precious stones in the pad of his paw. She didn't let her worry show, through the stones were her greatest possession. He accepted her trade easily. More so than she expected- he didn't even ask the price of her stories! In doing so, she could ask for whatever she wanted in return. Silly boy. She was rather happy with this outcome.


She breathed a couple slow breaths, thinking of the scene she wished to set, and settled in to give him a story. If she was going to ask a cost, she knew she better make it a good one.  "Good choice! That stone marks the very first story" She told him, settling into her storytellers pose. Raising herself up a little, turning to catch the light across the golden folds of her cheeks. "I'm told it was at the end of a great storm, when the first rays of sunlight broke through the dark clouds that a small horned wolf first opened her eyes. This wolf was special, you see. She was born to storytellers, and she of all her litter was chosen to carry on this legacy" that was stretched from the truth so far as to be utter horseshit. But he had asked for a story, not the truth. "It was fate that when that tiny wolf's eyes opened, the chosen stone matched them almost exactly. It was for this legacy, that when she reached her first year of age, this daughter of storytellers was sent out into the world, so that she might start her own collection. By listening to the wolves of this world." She finished with a flourish. She relaxed her pose, and winked at him. Wondering what he would think of her story. It was true that she had not collected nor told many yet. The only way to learn was through exposure, and what kind of audience was Rogue?


"Now, I believe there was the small matter of the price, Mr Klien" She said. The mischief streak was on full display across her expression now. "For this story, the cost is a single kiss."