The words were barely out of her mouth before the stranger took off. Dumbfounded, Warja stilled, frozen in place by her shock. Well that... was unexpected to say the least. Her ears flicked and her tail drooped. Did she stink or something? She shouldn't...but even if she had, they hadn't been close enough for foul body odors to curl the unknown's whiskers.
Hm. Well, okay. If the fae didn't want to deal with her then Warja wasn't going to make herself a nuisance. She watched the retreating form grow smaller without moving herself. What an odd duck. Maybe she was like the purple/black fae Warja met in the battlefield? Just a teeny bit off? Perhaps so.
Sinking to her haunches, Warja watched the fleeing fae and contemplated the peculiarity of the situation.
