Sometimes it was hard to feel the warmth. It was like her blood was cold, icy as it flowed through her, the sun wasn't even enough to warm her. But nevertheless, she was out in the sunshine, trying to soak up what she could. Plus she wanted to familiarize herself with the place she would probably be living in for a while. She saw no reason to leave any time soon, especially since she had no idea what was out there beyond the border. Everyone seemed friendly enough, too, though she had no intentions of getting buddy-buddy with any of them.

Padding along the rows of houses, Ymir was distracted by the sounds of chewing, teeth scraping against bone. She turns, recognizing the source of the noise as someone who had first greeted her when she showed up. She had never caught his name, though, and since there wasn't much else to do, she ended up padding over towards the tom and eyeing the chicken bone with an unimpressed look.

"Looks real tasty." she says with a snort. Taking a seat, she wraps her tail around her paws. "What's your name, champ?"
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Ymir supposed she could somewhat understand that. When she was young, food was something you didn't waste, at least not when you were living on the street. But after that, she always had a full plate of warm food, not to mention a nice place to sleep and people to listen to her every beck and call. Being worshiped hadn't been all bad. Her playful expression falters a moment, her mood nearly ruined by that simple thought, memories making her feel bitter and angry all over again. But she quickly pushes it down, forces a smile back onto her face when Jersey speaks again.

She simply rolls her eyes at his comment, though it's barely noticeable through the light coming from them, not impressed by his flirting. While other girls probably would have swooned, she was a different case. Sometimes she wondered if she was into romance at all.

"Interesting name." she quirks a brow at it, but otherwise doesn't say anything else. She had never met someone with such a name. Still, she doubted that was the weirdest thing she would encounter. There was a lot she hadn't seen yet. "It's Ymir. Better than Jerseyboy, I'd say." she huffs out through her nose, the rest of what he said seeming to roll off her shoulders. A glint of mischief did enter her eyes, however.

Giving a quick glance around, she'd shrug her shoulders lazily, tilting her head slightly. "How many girls you get with that kind of sweet-talk?"
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