How strange. Violet eyes peered at what should have been his face, wondering if she stared long enough she could see through the shroud her bore. Though nothing happened, he (for she was certain it was a he by scent, stance and now voice) spoke. The even, monotone voice made her ears flicked backward. Though with her ever-growing interest they returned to face him. With all curiosity set on the stranger she head turned to the side as her brain wondered about everything the was said about him through his dress.
Awaken by the question Mati remembered her manners, and that it was fair or nice to stare, she rested her view on the side of the lake he referred to. Oh, yes. A paw step brought her just a bit closer, and she stole a glance in his direction again. Umm.. her voice trailed, unsure where to begin the interrogation. Of course it wasn’t polite, as she strove to be, still the overwhelming need to know exactly what he could be was, well.. overwhelming!
You come here oftens? the generic question she had heard spoke by some adult to another as some insignificant time spilled from her mouth. Maybe once they became more acquainted she could shower him with the pending inquisition.
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