[open] that day even the sun was afraid of you; any

[Mazikeen]

Even if the boy that she gets to laugh is only a mask of the true self, even if it is fake laughter (which she suspects), she cannot deny that it feels good to make someone else laugh. Enough to make a non-edged smile brighten her orange eyes for a moment. Even if it is at her own foolish mistakes, she enjoys the feeling for a brief moment. Then Firion makes what she thinks is an attempt to make her feel better about being stupid, though it falls a little short. There’s no sense of relief that she is, at least, a little higher than the others he has met. “Inspiring. Thanks.” She clips back - and though it might have been a little bit sincere, the sarcasm drips from it though there's that near-constant grin that suggests she's not as offended as her tone suggests. Still, she wouldn’t mind shifting into the jaguar he reminds her of and giving him a little smack with a clawed paw for that remark. Unfortunately, when she tries to pull on the shift to do that, it is as unresponsive as the tether to go back into her body. Fortunately, at least, she can eat just as well as a doe as she can as a filly. So she puts “slap this boy” in the back burner with “find out what he was doing at night” on her list of things she will do in the future. Maze at least earns a flinch with her comment, a success which inspires a feral grin that she (very slowly) hides while turning her head. “Come on then, weird boy. Let’s go find ourselves a snack.” She turns to head down the small path they’re on and begins the search for a spot that is not just trees and shrubs where they can graze. She doesn’t pause to see if he follows her or not - but if he does she casts a look over to him. “So.” She lets the word dangle for a moment but ultimately does not repeat her previous questions but instead, with a faint smile, chooses something neutral. “Where do you live?”

@[firion]