| men spørsmålet e egentlig, HARDUSJEKKAUTPOSTLOGEN?! Her quite emotionless demand for information was met with eloquence that reminded her of Lubomir. He, too, had choices of words that were smooth. Too smooth. Yet Desaevio was not as smooth as Lubomir, who had been perhaps over-the-top-smooth, and he fit the mixture of directness and indirect eloquence that he spoke with. His bow was somewhat exaggerated in Mew's opinion, though. She doubted he'd have bowed like that had she been male. However, even if she saw right through it, she had to admit to herself that he was indeed handsome. He knew it, as well, which was something she normally loathed in a personality. However, his pelt continued to fascinate her, and she decided to allow herself to accept his behavior, and join in, just for fun. Two could play the game of charm, and he obviously wasn't going to let her have the information the easy, direct way. She put her weight on her front paws as she sat down on her haunches, lush tail rolling slowly forward and finally curling itself around her legs. She leaned slightly, nearly unnoticeably, forward, knowing very well that she was taking on a position which would make her look even smaller than she was. She was small for a grown arctic female, and elegantly built, but that look deceived. She was nothing but weak or fragile, mentally nor physically, but these days both those aspects of her were strained. Well there is plenty of food for any hungry wolf around here... Her voice was playful now, and she smiled more for real this time. She'd always enjoyed games like these. She cocked her head sideways, knowing the sun would shine on her face so that the greens of her eyes would be absolutely vibrant. Toying with old human mirrors had taught her that, among other things, and it had come in handy on some occasions. But I doubt you came here for rabbits alone, Desaevio? |
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