”Yes I suppose so,” it is spoken in a bit of a softened, gleeful manner as she muses on such things. I cannot help but wonder how odd it exactly would be to have another pair of eyes to peer from behind one’s head. The ponderings have my gaze fading out of focus as I delve deep into my mind until she speaks again and draws me back to reality. I’m not entirely sure that I would enjoy having more than two eyes after all.

The smile that spreads across the pretty female’s face alights her in even more splendor. It is a wonder that I had yet to meet her thus far considering how well kept she is and how she stands out so brilliantly amongst the forest. It is a silent observation as I consider her question about my particular scent. ”Hmm? Oh, the honeysuckles?” I respond with a bit of confusion, entirely accustomed to the aroma that I nearly forgot it still clung to my coat. ”I find that their perfume is intoxicating and I’d much rather prefer to smell like them over any other plant,” I respond with a cheery glimmer of a smile, tilting my head slightly toward her as I explain.

The art of fur? Despite her natural allure this female was certainly different in terms of… well, everything else. Not that I had any qualms with her particular perks, I had never met a soul that I disliked or criticized. Yet what she speaks of is entirely foreign to me – I had never known that there was someone, or multiple someones, out there so adamant about personal appearances. An ear quirks to the side as interest is taken in her words on this newfound talent, only to have both of them lay back slightly as I reply. ”I can’t say that I know exactly what you’re talking about in those terms, but perhaps you could teach me?” It seemed that my knack for rolling in honeysuckle was something that appealed to her so maybe she will want to add more knowledge to this area for me.

Her silent stare after I ask her of her heritage has me almost wishing I hadn’t said anything. Did I strike some sort of nerve? Yet she does respond in time, telling me more information about her and Starfall’s blood history. Her notes lighten toward the end as she displays herself in what I assume to be her full potential and with a bashful smile I answer. ”It’s not often that I hear of the other side of your family’s bloodline and so I’m naturally more interested in what unknown culture is there,” I offer an explanation as to why I had mentioned such a thing until her voice of silk rises into the air once more. ”They are rather… dashing on you,” I manage to compliment as near embarrassment floods to my face. I had only ever been around young females, those that needed teaching, and males of my own age or older. Was this how females interacted with each other on a regular basis? I was barely skirting by if so.

”Zaphkiel is lucky to have you around his children then,” I brush the blushing expression away with a small smile as I glance back toward her darker sibling. It was true, she was the brightest star of them all.