Well aren’t you a demanding one? I suppose I should apologize for interrupting your boredom. Halina met Ygritte’s smirk with a coy smile, tight lipped with eyes that danced with amusement. This was more than she had ever imagined she would get on today’s visit. Halina had been rather pessimistic, or rather, had been realistic. She had expected failure, and was instead rewarded with success. Not only had she managed, against the odds, to find another who was not heterosexual, but homosexual, but she had found one that she was interested with. A fae who was intriguing and flirtatious, playful and sweet. Her voice held back, as her orbs settled upon her, realizing that Ygritte may perhaps be her future. Perhaps this varg in front of her may be the very reason she had traveled to this land. It seemed that finally, everything was falling into place for her.

“Your apology has been accepted.” Her voice was serious, but again, her façade told of her playfulness. As Ygritte continued speaking, Halina held her gaze unblinkingly. Tell me Halina, now that I have so rudely interrupted you, what is it that your beautiful self would like to know about me, m’dear? “Hm…” Halina rose and narrowed her lids, her long limbs coming beneath her, a single limb rising at a time, beginning their motion and carrying her frame around Ygritte’s. Silently, she circled the ess, ‘tsking’ occasionally, judging her. Quiet moments followed until she stopped, facing her once more. Gracefully, Halina lowered her haunches, her plume encircling her feet once more. The corners of her lips curled and a single brow raised. “Your story, Ygritte, I demand your story. I do so dearly love to hear the tales of others. There is nothing more intimate than hearing another’s tale, how you tell it, how you see yourself.”

Daggers unsheathed, she began to drag them through the silt her paws were upon. Unique designs, intricate details, wondrous pictures began to form as she continued, waiting for the ess to speak of her past. Each time she finished a picture, her plume sweeps across the thin soil, clearing her canvas and giving her a blank slate once more. It was not that she was bored with Ygritte’s story, for she wasn’t. It wasn’t that she was interested in Ygritte, because she was. No… it was that within those designs were intricate details of fantasy and expression, truth and beauty. She was drawing out her feelings and emotions without even knowing it.




OOC- this is weird and it makes me cringe but I just wanted to get it up