Always Prepared
05-07-2015, 06:54 PM
He noticed the mark as soon as her brows arched and furrowed it, piquing his curiosity. He had no such mark to bear with pride, but he wasn't jealous that she did - merely curious as to how she'd gotten it. He knew some wolves were born with markings like this, and others were painted or dyed. Which category she fell into, he hadn't a clue. Her answer came while he was musing such things, and he noted that she wasn't worried in the slightest by his presence. He liked that, for he was certainly no threat unless first threatened. Her voice was as thickly accented as his, though it was lighter - with more of a lilting Irish note. His previously cockeyed head tilted back to a normal angle as she explained she was a healer looking for treasures - including the root she'd unearthed before his eyes. "Four days, eh? I've got you beat, Señorita, I've only been here three." His eyebrows wiggled with mischief as he offered her a nod when she gave her name. Kavdaya of the Nomads. "Andréas Diego Rosales, the Spaniard." At least, he liked to refer to himself as such. His and neck bent low shortly after introducing himself, providing her with a comical sort of bow whilst wearing a cheshire grin upon his face. Seafoam eyes twinkled with delight at the prospect of meeting a woman in this new land. Already he liked it more than his home. "El placer es mio." |