It seemed she had truly stepped into the hornet’s nest. Though there was less stepping into it and more dragged because she happened to have reproduction organs on the inside and not dangling like some kind of weird flesh sacs between her legs. Leyra couldn’t help but smirk at her own thought, but her eyes were fixed upon the stranger who beckoned to her and sidled towards her with some kind of intent to the way she was coming at her.
Leyra’s head turned, and watched. And waited.
The lass introduced herself as Monster, but then jumped right to the boy who’d decided to claim her and Leyra, curious about her new world, was immediately finding that she wanted to know.
Perhaps she could encourage him to shed that baggage he’d gone no about. No time like the present, right?
“Well, nice to meet you despite the circumstances I guess. Call me Leyra,” she says with a grin.
“And I think knowing is better. He talked about baggage, but honestly I’d like to know. Maybe I can convince him to let it go,” she giggles away, almost singing the phrase - but then her attention is back on Monster.
“Sorry. Please, tell me a tale!”