An Unkindness

Aresenn made another comment, this time of her choice of name for her bird, and the name of a future second one. Casting her gaze to him, eyeing him momentarily, Absinth blew air from her nares in a snort. “Well. Forgive me for thinking Death and Despair were far too unoriginal~” The monochromatic woman teased, smirking coyly through her words, until she began again – this time with an earnest tone. “I will not name them negatively, because that’s not what they mean to me. Call me silly all you want, fireboy – but I cherish the things that bring me happiness. It’s not a common occurrence, you know.” She said, following his line of sight to where the bird had disappeared above the treeline.

’Sounds like my kind of people.’ This earned a laugh from her. “Oh really? Mine as well. Once I get another bird you’ll have to refer to me as such, Aresenn. Your very own, Unkind Murderer.” Absinth nodded, a playful tone returned to his banter. Her eyes returned to him in time to see the admiration there, and she felt her skin flush beneath her coat. “What?” She grinned, questioning the expression as emeralds flashed with intrigue and openness. “Don’t you have anything you’re passionate about? Something you could grin about all day and night?” Absinth ventured to ask him, pressing her muzzle into the side of his neck, she challenged him to divulge his secrets. She hoped he would, because she quite enjoyed delving deeper and deeper into the being known as Aresenn Praetor.

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