Wicked Witch
05-20-2014, 12:05 AM
Sibelle, would be the russet beauty's name. The name was pretty, and unique. Something he'd never heard before, then again he supposed his name wasn't that common either. The blush that flushed his cheeks was fading, as he sat. That was until she spoke again, claiming not to bite. Another flush reddened his cheeks, and he chuckled nervously. "Are you sure?" He asked his tone teasing, his brow raised slightly, though he was soon pushing himself to his feet. Standing he moved closer, leaving a couple feet between them he sat back, his hind legs folding neatly under him, as he sat- nearly stiff as a board, such was the posture of a solider. "What brings you out here to these parts?" He asked trying to strike up a conversation, and hoping he could steer it away from yet another thing she could say to embarrass him.