Red ears flickered as Vesper spoke. 'I would feel the same anywhere else...' she agreed quietly, a phrase used more for her own comfort and an attempt to remain neutral as opposed to trying to strike up any sort of 'friendly' conversation with the Infernian. Silver eyes blink as Vesper with a scowl, 'You never asked...' she replied quickly, but with gentleness derived from her wrong doings plain in her voice. After a moments deliberation, Io spoke again, 'Yes'. Yes to Jacinto. And a more hesitant yes to Jakub. He was still so young, nowhere near old enough to leave 'home'. And what's more, it would be his choice in the end. If he chose to go Io would be powerless to keep her eyes on him.
Kuba advanced closer, almost deaf to the actual conversation. He finished his stalking a metre or so away, placing himself in the thick grass beside the flattened area the two female's sat in, assuming he was invisible. Io's attention was stolen by him for a second, a thin smile gracing her face. It disappeared however, when Vesper questioned her again. There was a lengthy pause before the tribal leader spoke again, 'Passion fuelled by angst' she decided, 'And then the obvious'. She blinked at the ground steadily, he tail flickering slowly behind her.
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