seven ways to sunday

Yurella would smile, a gentle smile crossing her lips as the sound of her voice echoed off the brute's. His voice was kind and gentle, at least to her it seemed that way. The common misconception of not knowing whether someone is kind or is just plain evil, caused her to freeze in her tracks slightly in thought. But, she smiled and nodded, walking over beside Nagendra, teasing him as her bushy white and grey tail brushed against his face, walking inside the stone cave with a little spring in her step. The sound of her ebony paws clacking against the stone ground reverberated in her lobes, causing the fae to twitch her ear slightly in question. She was not sure if there was someone else inside the cave with them, but she soon stopped and let Nagendra to lead the way. Her emerald eyes perplexed on the scenery.

"So, Nagendra, how long have you found yourself in Alacritia?" She asked the brute, her head tilting to the side slightly in question.