Don't Forget the White Sails

She seemed to be an intelligent girl, perhaps even inquisitive, and enjoyed cryptics like himself. Interesting indeed. He nods, flashing her a smile laden with curiosity and charm, pleased with her response. “If you’re looking for a tour guide, I may have connections.” His tail flicks behind him, and his head cocks slightly to the side. He’s trying to draw more information out of her- if she was a native, she’d know about the North already. But an exogenous wolf would be curious- internally, he wonders what her response will be.

Recognition starts to shimmer in her gaze, and she’s looking him up and down, taking in his appearance. Rhazien doesn’t move beneath her scrutinizing gaze, instead, he feels a wave of heat roll through his frame. Who wouldn’t want a pretty woman checking them out? Though, her assessment was more of an analysis than anything. And that spark of recognition in her eyes…

His name fell from her lips in even syllables, and Rhazien’s suave smirk morphed into something more.. uncanny. “You’ve heard of me?” He banters, cocking a brow at the girl. With the little information he had, he couldn’t assume she was Rakia just yet. He needs more information from her, or an outright confession.

"Speech"