I find it a bit odd that everywhere I go I am met without challenge. My mother had told me stories of those who trespassed into Iromar and the way she would single them out. It made sense from her perspective. Especially as she had told me the story of two wolves who had slipped past the border to commit unspeakable crimes. Was it a blow to my pride that these wolves didn't think I looked tough? Probably. A little. Maybe I was here to wreak some havoc. Maybe I was here to challenge a King! Well, that was a lie. No one would follow a pup, a youth, and even though I was growing fast and I was looking strong (feeling it too!) I had to be ready. That was what this journey was about, a journey set forth by my mother.

This male is strangely calm, taking my words without huffing in irritation at my dismissal. I mean did he think I came here just to ogle the shore? It was alright but I had more important destines to attend to. You know, like becoming future Empress of Iromar. At least he didn't bluster or try to impress. I wasn't easily impressed; don't ask me WHY I didn't like such haughty behavior when I often exhibited myself. I was a conundrum.

"Yes..." I say, dragging the word out in a questioning, if somewhat mocking tone, as if waiting for the hat to drop. Something wrong with Iromar? But he doesn't continue and I ignore it, not really caring at this point, more curious of him. My lips tweak into a minor grin as he looks away as if I have won some sort of contest. Did sideways compliments embarrass him? "Too? I am guessing you must hear about them alot." My voice is dry and while I DO like his eyes, I tactfully maneuver away from answering his question, a kind of test to see if he will grow agitated if I don't compliment him. Far be it for me to behave in a different kingdom, testing was my ultimate enjoyment.

I like your ears. I grin then, making sure to not lay my ears back like he had looked away. "I guess you should be my partner then. When I am Empress you can come be my Chancellor or something." How easy it was to sway me, even if I didn't truly mean the words. I just wanted to throw out there that I WAS going to be Empress one day in case anyone got any ideas. Suddenly, gray boy is grinning, and I am looking at him with suspicion. Then my lips pull back in a sly smirk as if to say, I know what you are doing. "You can call me Empress. What is yours?" Again, I distract, although seemingly throwing out my future title might be obvious but I rather enjoy this taunting game between us.