silly danger, you say?

Settling comfortably on her rump, she was still struggling to play it cool and slow her breathing, but it was hard to do since she was trying to keep it together you know. Not that it mattered since the boy had splayed himself out, clearly didn't a hoot what she thought-which...was kinda cool, actually. That serious and aloof air about him, that paired with his dark coat was like super cool. Like her character and not fake boyfriend Sabre. Cough, ahem, ahem.

"Belong to?" She tilted her head, ears flopping slightly at the tips. "Oh Heiðinn. M'not a vikin though." Though that posed an interesting question, what was she? She leaned forward, taking a proper deep whiff and didn't think for a second how rude that might be. Not thinking about the important stuff was something she did well ."Lez see...you smell like. Leaves. The sea?"