Speech // thought // Serbian
Wenna couldn't help the giggles that erupted behind her teeth. Was the great Kaija suddenly flustered? Wenna had a few men in mind that she liked thinking more than twice about, and a couple of other women. She was starting to see her own tastes in women lately. The strong type, the large type. The type that could break her in half if they really wanted to.
"I'm always fascinated by other's assumptions." Morwenna served back into the fray of the conversation. The wolfdog measured up the woman wreathed in the ethereal glow around them. It was obvious her type was women, particularly, women who gave her attention. Morwenna looked down at her own cream white dainty paws, fighting a soft frown from appearing on her lips. The wolfdog seemed to require a little too much attention from anyone she laid eyes on. Kaija had her heart broken already... She shouldn't... Morwenna might ruin her... Kaija would want a devoted partner... Morwenna was anything but.
She smirked as Kaija's derisive snort echoed over the walls and pulled the wolfdogs thoughts away from the words echoing through her mind like a toxin...
whore... Deflect, defense, a battle of wills to break down walls.
"Oh, some men can be alright." She responded somewhat distantly, thinking of Scald and a partner from before she came. Then Kaija offered up the chance for them to head back but she found herself snaking under the other woman's chin, pressing gently her head into the soft grey of Kaija's throat.
"Or...?" She ventured softly, her voice hopeful. Despite the growing small pull of
no... stop... don't. You'll break her, you'll ruin her...
She was starting to care... too much...