If The Sky Comes Falling Down
06-06-2014, 06:06 PM
Lyon's mane bristled with surprise, though he gave no other indication that he had been caught unaware. He turned slowly to square her in his gaze, letting her words ruminate in his mind before replying. Her... spunk was obvious, and he'd call her that to be kind, but the male wasn't sure if a frisky mood was upon him or not. Besides, he was a bit distracted. For one, her bi-colored gaze soured his first impression over her, knowing that in his homeland it was a sign of noble blood. But furthermore she was so... so... small He finally responded, though not to her earlier jab. "Well you're so small, you'd hardly be any more than a mouthful, wouldn't you? Better spend your gaze elsewhere, little one." It was not meant to be threatening, and in fact there was a warmer tone of apathy lacing each syllable, though it could certainly be taken as such he supposed. In truth it mattered to him little and less. He'd found that if you weren't resilient enough to roll with the punches you'd get crushed sooner or later, and if he was to help her along that path than so be it. He gave her pelt another long glance, cementing it in his mind. It was unique, certainly. Perhaps even as vibrant as his own, in some respects. The mixture of auburn and cream, the flecks of violet and silver. It was an oddity he had not been prepared to face. ![[Image: LN6hKs6.png]](http://i.imgur.com/LN6hKs6.png) |
