I Touch Myself

The woman would smile politely, reassuring her than she was not interrupting, however the woman was concerned that maybe she had. A small smile played on a creamy lips as she shook her russet crown. "Not at all." She would wait a moment to see if perhaps the woman continue on the conversation, but the pale woman stood quietly. Lips would part once more, words flowing easily off her tongue. "I am Sibelle." An introduction would be made, testing to see if the woman wanted any company. She purposely left off her last name, having disowned it long ago, and there was no need to frighten strangers away with her fathers name. She would wait for the woman to speak before rocking back onto her haunches, placing herself comfortably on the ground, plume curling around to rest on her toes.

ooc: I lost my first post and was like o.O


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