Love is Weakness
02-11-2014, 01:37 PM
Suddenly the woman would jump down from her mediocre throne, and despite the close contact he would not backpedal. Instead he would stand tall, his silken bodice relaxed as usual, and his body language neutral. She would ask a question, and Themisto would answer, a smile played across his lips. "Only sometimes. I prefer the warmth in the south." Despite his thick coat and ability to withstand low temperatures he did not favor the cold. After all, who wants to be shivering as opposed to laying in the sun? Not him. "If I may ask, how did you end up there anyway?" He would add a question of his own, as he was curious, but also wanted to keep this conversation going. Who knows, he may end up liking this girl. New friends were always a good thing to Themisto. Speech, |