Brianna
Brianna came to the conclusion that this man was strange. Definitely strange.
Whether or not that was a bad thing, she had yet to determine.
He seemed to think she was stupid--something that the feline definitely resented. She didn't survive a dragon attack just to die at the hands of some stupid humans. The thought sat in her gut like a hot stone. It was a mistake to think of it. Stupid stupid stupid, she thought.
As she watched him head towards his house, Brianna rested both hands on her hips and meowed, "Before I go anywhere with you, let's get one thing straight, okay?" she began, staring coldly at his back. "I'm not an idiot, okay? I sell to all races, Estosa just happened to be the closest city." Having said that, she trotted after him, falling into step at his side--though one of his steps was two of her own.
It was as if a switch had flipped in her. Now all smiles and gentle warmth, Brianna looked up at him with a wry smile. "Don't get me wrong," she said with a wink, "I appreciate the concern, but I can be my own prince charming. Though a girl could get used to someone like you looking out for her." She gave a bright laugh, like the chime of a bell. "I appreciate the offer of shelter, too. I don't mind the rain, personally, but my hair--" She paused to gesture to the wild locks of honey blonde hair escaping from within the confines of her jaguar-skin cloak. "--takes forever to dry, you see. And it's already unmanageable as-is. Trust me, it's a nightmare."
This casual conversation...it was nice. Brianna found herself smiling out at the horizon even as the scent of wet earth and rain drew ever closer. How long had she been alone? Time had funny ways of passing by her, it seemed. Slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she wanted to keep moments like this close. Peaceful moments where she could just breathe.
The grass tickled her bare feet as she walked in step with the stranger who'd offered her shelter. The feline had come to the conclusion that he wasn't a bad person. He was just a little awkward around others, like herself. He'd even offered to help her find a buyer, a kind enough gesture on its own. Tail swishing idly, brushing against the tips of the grass, Brianna glanced up at the stranger and said, "I think I'll take you up on that offer of yours about the buyer. I might not have any pelts left now, but I'll go hunting soon enough."
She smiled again, radiant as the summer sun, and introduced herself, "I'm Brianna--Bri, to you, stranger. It's nice to meet you."
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