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A dismissal of her offer was of no consequence to the sin kissed femme, she simply nodded her head in acknowledgement and offered only the slightest polite curve of her lips. Well, it seemed she had offended the woman with that offer, which was not her intent at all. However, a distinct feeling came about the woman that if she apologized that would also get her deeper into whatever hole she had just begun digging. A slight flick of her gold dipped plume would be seen at her hocks, and her audits would fall into a more relaxed pose as she regarded the harsh features of the strange woman. She was lovely, that was true, but the aggravation done to the gunmetal wolfess by her compliment told the English doll that Katja either did not care that she was pretty, or did not believe it.
Upon the end of her statement, the cream pelted lass found the answer to be the former of those choices. Well, that was okay, it didn't always have to matter to everyone, opinions were what made the world go round in all it's different way. Another nod in response, this time with a vocal reply. "My apologies ma'am, it was not my intent to offend you. I shall say nothing of the like again." She murmured, dipping her head politely to affirm this. Not that she wanted to please everyone, no, this was not her goal in this response. Alice believed that everyone's wishes should be respected, no matter how odd they might seem to an uncouth eye or ear. Freedom of opinion and thought was rightfully everyone's, so it should be respected and obeyed when possible.
A slight narrowing of the eyes when she spoke again of her reasoning for leaving home told her that story was not going over well with miss Katja. That was okay, her reasoning might not be sound in the mind of the stone furred lady. However, she was not chided or scolded for being a fool, so that was a good thing. Just as she respected the wishes of the moonstone eyed stranger, her own thoughts were being left on their own. Fantastic, that there were others who could think these things as easily as she did.
She would take the dismissive change in attention from her conversation partner that it was time to go, before she maybe said something else to offend her or go against her views of the world. Creamy paws would shift ever so slightly, and her twilight coloured gaze would drift down the slope. "Well miss Katja, I believe I shall take my leave now." She commented, absently looking over once more at the ebony masked features of the other woman. "I wish you good luck in your future endeavors." She said with a small smile, before picking her way down the rock strewn mountainside. Today, she had seen a volcano's innards and met a woman who spoke oddly but firmly. It was a good day, if for nothing else.

-Exit Alice-