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OOC: ZOOM ZOOM. 932. :3
Even before she requested a seat among the gentleman's bits and baubles, he had noticed her approach in the crunching snow, the ivory powder gently filling the air did not hinder his sight or his mood, it seemed. He was ever smiling, giddy, it seemed, to have attracted the attention of the lilac and white young lady. "Ah... thanks." Said she, somewhat startled. The hybrid fellow seemed unabashed by her presence, having quickly stood and invited her, with a light touch even, to take a seat beside him on the mat. Sylvie blinked in surprise at his immediate hospitality- even Alaine hadn't seemed this willing to accept anyone before. He seemed perfectly harmless in his mannerisms though, gesturing to his wares as she gazed at him in interest. A coyote, he appeared to be, and perhaps a nice one at that. Violet gaze fell to the wares settled on his blanket, curiosity piqued at the sight, though some were gruesome and warranted only quick glances. Was he making jewelry? She took another look at his work spread out on the mat, eyes alighting on a few things in particular. Amethyst gems blinked, glinting in amusement as she stared at a certain piece, a carved wooden bird on a length of leather strap. Pretty, that one was...
She almost jumped as he moved into his next question, curious as to why she was out and about in the chill of this day. She seemed thoughtful a moment, gaze falling to the snow beneath her... until a weight settled upon her shoulders. Sylvie's eyes widened as the garment settled itself around slender form, immediately trapping the heat her body naturally exerted on the world around them. Really, did she deserve to be treated so well? She blinked widened doe eyes at the slender coyote, sights tracing each line of his face. Was he up to something, or was he just being genuinely nice? The thought flickered only momentarily across the recesses of her mind before she recalled they were mid-conversation. "I've never been one for the cold, but... I really needed some time away." Time away. Was that really how she felt? After that evening chat with the man she so loved... did she feel once again that she needed to escape again? Sylvie seemed to hang her head a moment, ashamed that she felt that way. Hadn't she said she was tired of running, tired of leaving Caillen behind to protect her bruised heart? That she no longer could stand to hide away from her feelings for Caillen...?
It seemed like everywhere she turned there was something else reminding her of the hybrid wolfdog, the aching of her heart in regard to his lack of presence never far behind. This coywolf, however, he seemed nice enough, and once he'd given away his coat, happily draping it over slender dilute chocolate shoulders, well, she decided he couldn't be that bad. Graceful movements, fluid as a dancer's, heralded her shift from foot to foot, her simple steps forward alongside the gentleman's guiding form. She sighed a little, settling onto a corner of the mat, Bangle's coat clinging just right to slender gypsy's curves. It had been a long time since Sylvie had found someone willing to give up their coat for her- even if it was simply as a formality. The gesture itself was more than enough to make the collie woman feel a touch embarrassed, not to mention terribly grateful.
"Thank you for the coat..." She said, the ever prevalent french lilt sprinkling over her words like the freshly fallen snow around them. She took a long moment to stare at the artifacts before her again, violet eyes finally landing back upon the male. "Dare I ask what it is you are doing out here yourself, dear sir?" She had meant to ask sooner, but formalities needed to be established first. She didn't want to seem like a complete jerk and just stomp up to the fellow simply to ask what on earth he was up to. That would be entirely rude. As it were, however, she couldn't help but be curious. A strange man out in the middle of a snowy forest, decorating a mat with various pieces of his craft wasn't the most normal thing to find on a walk. She cocked her head to one side, chocolate ears rising in anticipation while one ivory hand swept blonde and white bangs out of exotic eyes. Playful grin slipped across slender maw in a gypsy's fashion, teasing the coywolf with her curiosity.
Teasing indeed. Sylvie was already enjoying the charismatic man's presence, though she knew next to nothing about him. The optimism exuding off of him made her feel a bit less shy and a bit more forward. Maybe she could glean a little more out of the strange fellow than just his reason for being out here- directions, for one, would be nice, while company, two, would be grand, and three she would love to make jewelry like some of his less... startling pieces. Perhaps they could even become friends! That would be fun, gaining a comrade as gentlemanly as this one. She paused in her thoughts as she realized something that would likely be needed later. "Oh! Pardon my lack of manners monsieur! I am Sylvie Ciel." Introductions were important when taking up the corner of a strange person's crafting mat! Sylvie chuckled quietly before returning vibrant purple gaze to those mischievously bright orange sights. Maybe she wouldn't mind getting to know him a little better than just as a jewelcrafter...