Silently she took a flower from the ground and slowly examined it's beauty. The purple flower was something you'd imagin girls picking away at wondering if he liked them or not. Skylar snickered and stuck the flower into her hair. She kept debating in her head weather she should tell them the whole truth, before her brother came here; and she knew he would, looking for her and to see her father again. The girl moved her maw back and forth as if in deep thoughts, her soft golden flecked eyes light and pensive.
It was his voice that alerted her to his presence. It was the voice of an old friend, one she hadn't forgotten over the time. Turning to see him in a quick motion a smile came to her maw and her eyes reflected the happiness. "If it isn't Jefferson himself." The grey female said with a light hearted laugh. He hadn't changed much, it only made her happier. Skylar had always liked Jefferson, but her brother and he had been even closer. She was sure he wondered where her sibling was, heck if she even knew.
Putting her hands on her hips and bitting her lip Skylar took a thoughtful stance, but light hearted and teasing. "Hmm about a two days now. You think I turned out good?" She twirled around playfully, her large white poets shirt twirling with her. Usually a large belt adored the outfit, fitting right under her breasts, but she hadn't felt like wearing it. Stopping she looked at the scarred male and wondered if she should spill her guts to him. Maybe not.