we are what we are

All in all she liked this girl, adored her even. Despite their short time together Dione found herself quite fond of her in a way that had made Valentines threats crawl under his skin worse then usual. The girl would flop on the ground, would drop with a huff and Dione would smile warmly at the girl. She was glad Mercy didn't mind laying down, it made Dione feel like the adult rather then the child. Her smile would fade a bit as Mercy asked about Valetine's thread, hardening into something cold though an edge of her lips still remained tipped up at the edges. "I think so. But don't worry dear. I'll turn him into a woman before he lays his paws on you..." Her words were a dark purr, a promise. She doubted that the girl would get that reference but it had been the first threat that had come to mind when Valentine had issues his threat so it would be the one that she intended to stick with. Not that castrating her king was the top thing that came to mind that she wanted to do on the weekend but hey. Mercy was her's now. They would leave depressing subjects behind as Mercy smiled and got excited about learning things. Dione would chuckle and rock back on her heels as Mercy said she wanted to learn to fight. Aw man? "Fighting tomorrow, theory today." She would say after a moment with a nod. Mercy wasn't the only one with sore legs, it took a lot of energy to be 'up' all the time. "First rule of fighting is that anything goes. If you want to be the best you can't be considerate of your opponents. We can't have you marring your pretty features..." She would say, reaching out with a forepaw in an attempt to touch Mercy's cheek. "Do you know anything about fighting?" She would ask, allowing paw to drop back down as she studied the girl. She was big but sometimes that didn't always make the best fighters.



"Talk here."