Care for a dance?

Absinth was mulling about the Sound, her senses on alert for something; which was usually a polar bear. Damned things loved to find her and ruin her day, but also cast a good chunk of excitement into it. Today it appeared that she was not to be accosted by a beast, but rather something far stranger. The two headed wolf, she believed, was named… Sol and Khonsu. Yarrabelle’s unusual little pet. Ah, but what was this? It beckoned her attention, a respectful bow of its head left her lips spreading in amusement.

“Physical?” She toyed with him, offering a suggestive quirk of her brow even while understanding the meaning behind his mention of a lesson. It seemed that theory was not sufficient, and she was well in agreement. Absinth moved to draw closer to the man- men. Her emerald gaze intensely locking with whichever head met it, and she smiled. “Who would refuse a request from the likes of you? But… I have questions.” The woman spoke with a rugged tone of voice, stepping around the wolf as she appraised his odd appearance— and the necklace dangling against his chest.

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