 Honestly she was quite taken with Sawyer. Despite the lack of expression she assumed he would have, mainly due to his matte black coloring, the expressions he managed to convey were rather entertaining. She could not help but to grin wide in response to his own grimace of distaste, so grotesque in the exaggeration. It was so unlike many of the others with their droll expressions. Nothing at all like the show of dominance that seemed predominant in Iromar; Andras with his literal pissing contest and Malikye with his snarling greeting. Neither of which meeting ending up the way they had probably intended it; it created a smug satisfaction in her to be able to throw people so completely off guard. Now Sawyer seemed just so shocked by her observance - even without actually observing these things - and she was honestly interested in his views. Strange as that was. She cocks her head to the side as he leans closer, his chirping laugh causing her dark green eyes to narrow as her eyes crinkle in amusement. Despite her nonchalant nature there is always a constant keen look to Aithne. She notes the way his blackened eyes seem to gleam with anticipation or was that a burning curiosity? Although she was repulsed by the mere idea of feasting upon the body of another wolf it was true that she was intrigued by the idea of the curse. Not that she'd want to see it in action. She hadn't the stomach for such a taboo. Killing is one thing entirely different from eating. "Well unless eating is a different manner of thing where you come from? Or do you simply soak up the sun for food? Mmm, Shadow, I do not think you look very flowery to me." Now it is her turn to lean forward; she closes her eyes and sniffs loudly before sneezing, rather surprisingly, and giving him a sheepish grin. "You certainly do not smell like a flower; not that your musk is bad. Pleasant I'd say." This is the friendliest she has been in a long while. The way Sawyer jumps so quickly into his role, eagerly switching from one expression to another, it is disarming and puts her at ease. Again she laughs at him, impressed by his wit. Yes, she would certainly like to keep this one close by. If he has such a cunning tongue it might bode well for Iromar assuming she can convince him to travel back with her and stay awhile. Forever. Well, she wasn't sure if Andras had said they had to stay permanently but she got the distinct feeling he would be less than pleased otherwise. Not that she'd mention it to thise male. "Ah well you have me here and I am an expert at spotting the cannibals and the skeletons. Maybe you should stick by me for a bit until I can show you the finer points to determining who is who." By now the sun has colored the sky a vibrant sky blue once more and the birds twitter above, awake and bursting with early morning worms to feed to their squawking young. She glances away from Sawyer for a moment as if surprised by the way the day has begun around them before settling her gaze back to him once more, one ear half cocked back and the other facing him. "There are many interesting wolves in Iromar, if you've a mind to see them. You'd be a welcome addition to tag along with me. No strings attached, of course," she offered with a lazy smirk. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |