In truth, she had found the Cove more than adequate. She was fascinated by the ocean, it was something completely new and foreign to her. It was excitement, it was the unknown, and what could a lady such as herself resist more than that with which she was not familiar? Perhaps it was dangerous, perhaps it would swallow her up if she approached it too near. No, she was indeed mesmerized. She was though, not stupid, and did not yet deign to provide the stag with leverage against her. Though she found him impossibly intriguing, handsome and worthy of her attentions like she had not yet felt before..she was tactful.
She recognized in him the same lurking beast that made residence in her own heart and mind. The disposition some would rather be inclined to think was sick, twisted..a foul sort of nature. Her fair share of conquest had she experienced. The bait and switch game all too familiar. No she would not yet give notion of her true feelings, the ones that were there but only just. Indeed, inside stored somewhere deep, was room for things she liked. Things she allowed herself to be awed by, to be passionate about. They were few in truth, the monster within leaving meager leeway for such frivolities, but they were there. No, she would need to build to that point, a trust must be gained. She trusted too few and was not inclined to be willy-nilly about who else she allowed to be close to her.
Brushing past him seemed an appropriate way to satisfy her curiosity about his skin. What did it feel like? Was it cold? Hard? She also wished to judge his reaction. Did he liked to be touched? Would he flinch, or become angry? Neither. He seemed neither overly fond nor hostile to touch, just as well she thought. She was given options, what did she wish to see? "The beach looks nice, I've never seen sand before." She provided some small insight, careful not to seem overly excited or curious. She flicked her tail at him, ready to descend.
