She blinks when the wolf speaks, taking the shifter in stride – though if she had not been so affronted by the brusque dismissal she receives from the overo just then, she might have paid Firen more mind. As it was, she feels herself bristling instead when the stallion makes an excuse and begins moving off.
Phesque turns briefly to the wolfling, her fine brow arcing above honeyed eyes. “Your friend's in quite the rush, isn't he?” she notes, her silky voice imbued with a measure of scornfulness as she weighs her options. Then, with a cheeky grin thrown in Firen's direction, the girl wheels about to follow after the young stallion’s departing frame.
“Warden, then?” she says, her amber gaze flashing as she matches his longer stride in order to inspect him more closely. “I'm Phesque.” His expression is intense – a quality they seem to share – but there is an air of darkness to his focus that does not escape her notice. She takes a breath, considering him a moment longer before she asks, “What's wrong?”
The look on his face is a rather foreboding one, and his pace hasn't slowed since she'd first jumped in his way. She glances over her shoulder, wondering if Firen had also decided to follow after his supposed friend. Was it just her, or had a look of concern also crossed his wolfish features when he'd first asked Warden to wait? She was getting the unmistakeable sense that there was something going on here, and now Phesque was bound and determined to find out exactly what that something was.
@[Firen] & @[Warden] <333
Phesque turns briefly to the wolfling, her fine brow arcing above honeyed eyes. “Your friend's in quite the rush, isn't he?” she notes, her silky voice imbued with a measure of scornfulness as she weighs her options. Then, with a cheeky grin thrown in Firen's direction, the girl wheels about to follow after the young stallion’s departing frame.
“Warden, then?” she says, her amber gaze flashing as she matches his longer stride in order to inspect him more closely. “I'm Phesque.” His expression is intense – a quality they seem to share – but there is an air of darkness to his focus that does not escape her notice. She takes a breath, considering him a moment longer before she asks, “What's wrong?”
The look on his face is a rather foreboding one, and his pace hasn't slowed since she'd first jumped in his way. She glances over her shoulder, wondering if Firen had also decided to follow after his supposed friend. Was it just her, or had a look of concern also crossed his wolfish features when he'd first asked Warden to wait? She was getting the unmistakeable sense that there was something going on here, and now Phesque was bound and determined to find out exactly what that something was.
@[Firen] & @[Warden] <333