dancing queen

A voice came to meet her audits now, the mismatched dials flickering to and fro to catch where the sound was coming from. It wasn't long before she locked on, and a form began to distinguish itself amidst the brambles and heather that grew among the trees. A wolf, not very big, but bigger than her still. Blue grey eyes twinkled in the dim light around him, and slowly the little femme drew closer. Stranger danger be damned. "Well how am I supposed to know if I have company if my company is hiding?" She retorted with the snarky tone that would make her father proud. She hesitantly stepped closer, and was soon standing a single pace apart from the shrouded figure. She settled her toxic gaze upon his features, one brow quirked inquisitively. Surely her statement would earn some kind of response, apologetic or otherwise. She wasn't to blame here, for once.

The patchwork girl was curious to know why the wolf was hiding, she wasn't that scary, was she? Her tri toned plume gave a short wag, affirming her sweet nature more or less. "My name's Acadia, but everyone just calls me Ace." She said next, her tail giving another wag. "Who are you?" She inquired then, tilting her delicate tiara to the side as she regarded the curious male. His face reminded her of a skull, and that was cool if nothing else.

OOC: Sorry about pathetic post, muse is currently shot.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten