His voice is warm and welcoming! Not at all like the others she had come across. His coat is a soft ermine and his blue eyes are kind. Could she assume they were kind? She hoped.
"C'est vrai"(its true) She agreed in her lilting homeland tongue as she lifted her head from the water, letting droplets return to the ripples below. She looked around at the galavanting fauna surrounding them. She was delighted to see that perhaps many of the creatures probably took refuge in this little oasis during the winter months, so lush and protected it was.
"Zis, place es... Tres beau. I traveled srou ze desert. Zis place iz better." Her accent is thick and trilling. She shook her raven coat to rid it of the desert crust. She pads a little closer to him, curious about his story, his name, and his motives! He seemed nice enough to her!
"Je nom Iris(my name is Iris). ehr... Mai. nom. es. Iris." She tries to introduce herself slowly. She says her name as if it sounded like an "eerie" fog and a barely whispered hiss at the end.
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