Nothing in This World
06-05-2013, 11:58 PM
The ghostly she-wolf was finding it difficult to give the newest stranger the proper attention she felt he deserved, while at the same time keeping an eye on the pup as he wandered precariously closer to the geyser?s reach. Luckily, just as she was about to call out a warning to him, the youth seemed to sense the danger and took it upon himself to scurry back to a safe distance. She was about to turn to the brute across the way once again, only to snap her azure eyes back to the dark youth at the sound of his growl. For the second time that day, the fae had to suppress a sound of endearment at the very idea of the pup attempting to seem intimidating. He was simply too cute for words! Or maybe she was just too far gone with her affection towards the young to take his attempt seriously. Either way, she found his display adorable. ?Afternoon, ma'am and child. I take it he isn't yours though.? The strangers voice was deep, masculine. It reminded her so much of her male kin that for just the briefest of moments, her heart felt like it was ripping in half. But that minor slip up was quickly composed and covered up with her usual sunny demeanor, vanishing just as quickly as it had arrived. Only when she had her emotions back under control was she able to decipher the meaning behind the male?s words. If wolves could blush, Felicitas? face would surely be glowing a violent crimson. Never in her life had she been in a relationship with a male, let alone courted by one. So for the stranger to imply that the pup was hers was simply too much of an embarrassment for her to handle. "I-I? Oh goodness, no, I?m not his mother," she managed to blurt out, blue eyes downcast as she shuffled her forepaws bashfully. His sly smile and sarcastic tone did little to ease the heat rushing to her face. Joking he may be, but she had always been the poster child for the stereotypical blushing bride. The pup was next to speak, directing his words to her as well now that he had seemed to calm down some. "So who are you, lady?" Not exactly the most polite way of speaking, but she readily forgave him. "How rude of me. My name is Felicitas, but you may call me as you like." Her answer was swift, her embarrassment rapidly fading as her prowess with manners came into play. An inclination on her head towards the still unknown brute implied that her words had been meant for him just as much as they had been for the pup. "And who, if I may ask, might you both be?" She remained sitting, white tail set neatly beside her paws and eyes curious as she eagerly awaited their responses. "Speech" 'Thought' |