"I'm your aunt!" The brown femme clearly was excited by this piece of information, as the mocha hued damsel would only roll her mismatched orbs. She impatiently tapped her paws on the ground as she would go over her realization. Finally, her voice would roll from inky lips, soft like velvet, but still yet hard and firm. "Whilst that may be true, Myth, I don't think I'll call you 'auntie' just yet. We've only just met." This brown damsel was as young as she, how could she possibly be her aunt? The creamy based femme would disregard this fact, and lie down, head between paws, her tail gently swishing across the ground in slight annoyance.
Why was this female so happy about everything? The fact of her being an aunt can't possibly be that exciting. However, she would still listen for the femme's reply, bracing herself for yet another high-pitched string of words.
