Her delicate features were a portrait of girlish amusement and joy, her gaze bright and alert as she glanced at him occasionally as he spoke. Boy, was he handsome -- her eyes strayed over his body shamelessly, for perhaps a moment too long, before glancing away. He was quite open in sharing that he didn't care for hurting others nor for getting hurt. It wasn't surprising that some might be uninterested in fighting. The thrill, for her, was too hard to resist.. though she understood how some could shy from such pastimes. "I'd like to become a fighter in Imperium," she'd state offhandedly. She wasn't the most skilled of fighters; she certainly lacked the practice and brute strength, but she could make up for it in spirit and stubbornness. "Someday, hopefully." It could take awhile - maybe even years - but she knew that Kyarst would train with her until she achieved what she wanted.
A gentle shrug was offered at his verbal sympathy. It wasn't a topic she was entirely happy to talk about, and she was grateful when the conversation shifted again. "Not long at all," she explained. "Not much longer than a season or so. What about you?" Happy for company, her tail would wave behind her as they moved, head snapping forward as she turned to examine the range that lay ahead of them now.
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.
