a study in pink

*Freyja* · 09-11-2014, 03:04 PM

The creature spoke, and Freyja's mood curdled. With a sour gaze and a mild sneer on her lips she would look upwards and lock her own eyes onto the golden gaze of the raptor. It was entirely her intention to make her displeasure clear. At least this one spoke fluently, unlike that other tar-feathered mongrel. "Your peace is none of my concern," she would say with false sweetness. "And as it happens, you are distracting from my own." She would bear no insult, not today. Not that she was inclined to suffer the opinions of a lesser creature at any time, but after her run in with that blasted black bird, her fuse was considerably shorter. She would attempt to do just as the bird wished, pass by without nothing but grimace, but her tawny beak would clatter on. Freyja was shocked to find out the nature of her inquiry, as it seemed relatively random. Her... pelt? Gods, what did an eagle care about her fur? And what on earth did she care about the inquiry of a bird? She took the span of a breath to consider her answer, and whether she would answer at all. "My fur is my business," she said shortly, "and once again none of your concern. Hasn't anyone ever told you curiosity killed the eagle?" How would one even begin to falsify one's coat? The gods made her beautiful form with their own will, and she was hardly one to question their wisdom. Perhaps she ought to be offended that this bird was not quite so observant.

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