READY TO GO OFF ANY MINUTE | {OPEN, NOT EATING}

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]When he called her "ma'am," she wrinkled her nose up and shook her head gently. She was old, but she was not old enough to be called "ma'am." Ugh, that idea didn't sit well with her. She was an old soul and a mother to many, but the last thing she wanted was to be considered worthy of an adultish-title such as that. The girl was about to open her mouth to playfully protest, but she kept it closed, coming to the realization that Washington had referred to her as such because of her rank. Oh, God, she wasn't sure which was worse... When did she, the punk, suddenly become The Man she was so used to sticking it to? "Suite's just fine, Washington. Thanks for the respect though. I 'ppreciate it," she replied, weaving a friendly smile onto her maw.

But now, back to his health.

When he explained he was fine, a skeptical look surfaced on her features. Ever the expert in reading others (even those who didn't want to be read), she figured he was lying through his teeth. She opened her mouth, about to suggest a visit to Warringkingdoms when Anakin padded forward. The wind that picked up was admittedly nice on this summer day, but the words he spoke disgusted her. Again wrinkling her nose (this time, much more severely), she said, "Damn, Anakin, don't go scaring the new guys!" A fucking tube inserted into him so he could eat without removing his mask? What the fuck kind of tortuous existence was that? And why was he so keen on keeping the mask in place?

It was Imperia that brought a sense of purity back into the conversation. The petite wolf spoke with all the graces of the stars, and Suite found herself almost hanging on the she-wolf's words. She did chuckle at the comment about Washington looking similar to a beetle. Now that she thought about it, she could see it. His armor was more insect-like than other armor she had seen. It had nothing on chainmail, that was for sure.

She sat quietly as the watched the larger animals converse. The jerky Imperia had produced was interesting, and Suite couldn't help but wonder how long it had taken Peri to cure the meat. The timid fae was full of surprises, no doubt. "If you both don't like raw meat, we have a few members with fire elementals here. I'm more than positive they'd be happy to cook your food for you. If not that, then I can teach you both how to start fires - it's not too hard."