The young female seemed to take her story to the heart, listening carefully as Fayelon explained in great detail about her life and what had become of it in due time as a teenager. Maybe the obsidian beast engraved her past too strongly, which probably caught the ebony vixen off guard but she was a wise wordsmith and grew in the arts of her lengthy vocabulary and strong vocals as a speaker. Speaking out loud was something she was used too, wasn't really something she had control over then again she didn't have much control over anything that came out of her mouth -- let a lone what her reactions to things as far as violence goes. Mastering in the arts of stealth, combat, survival, and hunting sure goes a long way when your new to different life styles.
Fayelon perked her ears up, rotating and angling themselves in the direction Esarosa's risen tunes birthed to life from her larynx. The goddess grinned at her response, shaking her head quickly in a means of simply saying otherwise. The woman stood to her feet, circled 'round so that she was facing the other femme and boldly spoke without nary hesitation in her depths. "Lovely way to change subject, haha, but yes I could use that. Seems like I damn well need it, ain't that bout right? Hah, indeed, well come on, let's go. Don't want to stay here too long or someone might come upon you and they may or may not be as nice and gracious as I am." Thus the ghoul spun on her heels, beckoned Esarosa to follow with the flicker of her peeked black tail before venturing further into the woodland phalanstery.
