the cat and the fiddle
She muses over the last few days in her head, looking up to the winking sun as she does. Yes they had been very fateful in leading her here, and not only here, but here in front of a man calling her home... "hmm" she sighs more to herself than anyone else. Would it be to much to hope that this time could be any different than in her past? She takes note of how Fennick ignores the underlaying message of her question. She had tasted the bitter things, she had been to that wonderfully dead and dark place. She had at one time walked through that valley and known every secret it had to offer. Now, well now it was a mystery to her, a old friend that she would dearly love to go and see. Hopefully the kings and queens that had ventured there had taken care of the land and not completely altered it. She smiled at him, offering him the closest thing to a compliment that her lips had ever uttered "It was amusing enough" It was a moment in time where emotion and dare I say a flicker of warmth that procided her every thought and feeling of her beloved land Beqanna would unveal itself in her words and dare to encourage another being other than her dark whispers. Wrapping herself back up in her protective blanket and sarcasm the warm moment and soft lyrical tones drop and her voice becomes like ice once more, the creases of the smile gone, replaced with the stoney look of self preservation. "Well I dont see why not. Not like I have anywhehre else to be at this time, and it would appear that our company could not handle our encounter after all." She shakes out her mane allowing the tendrils to fall naturally against her neck and sweep across her eyes, taking off at a leasurely trot to the border of the Valley. Wether he follows or not, she guessed she would find out when the time of arrival approached
Hestia