Autumn Haze
11-16-2013, 11:22 AM
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But I dance to the beat of my own drum baby How formal this man was, it was interesting. His voice found itself in her auds, and an explanation came forth, an answer to her questions. So he was new here, from far away lands? It sounded like the man from love stories her mother had told her as a pup, when she hoped Dawn would have the chance to believe in such things, and not endure what she had. Then he returned the same question to her, and the golden dancer would be obliged to answer. "No, I recently came here too, in fact. I came from a place about a weeks travel to the west." She told him, hoping she remembered the direction correctly. She could be rather scatterbrained about directions and travel, so the fact that she had arrived here at all was a miracle. "If I'm not overstepping something, I would like to say you have very beautiful eyes." She murmured, smiling at him and hoping that he wouldn't take that as an invitation of some sort and force her to flee. Her grass and honey optics met his directly, waiting for a response of some sort. "Speech" |