08-04-2018, 02:28 PM
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It was not the sound of voices or even her own, beloved brother's presence that caused her to slink forward, an unmuted intrigue dancing within those ghostly silver eyes of hers. Instead, the glint of a sapphire had piqued her interest, causing obsidian paws to lead the short feline closer and closer to Isolde. She'd blink in the unfamiliar female's direction, refusing to even look upon her face for the first few seconds. Her sapphire served as the opposite to Amren's own rubies, the crimson gleaming against a backdrop of black. [b][color=#414a4c]"That," Amren began pointedly, [color=#414a4c]"I want it." The ribbon would of course have to go, cut away from the jewel before it was added to her constantly growing stash of gemstones and similarly shiny collectables. Would this strange and new Roseblood appreciate her forwardness though? She highly doubted it but seemed relatively unbothered as she sat back upon her haunches, blinking those glowing eyes of her innocently. She figured that, at this point, she should at least extend an introduction to pair nicely with her desire, a simple courtesy done with the intention of further winning Isolde over. [color=#414a4c]"My name is Amren, by the way." There. Simple. Easy; done without the need to fully explain herself. She wanted that gem, wanted it more than anything. She'd shuffle backwards after that, falling into place next to Ayon. He was so... quiet, a complete contrast to she and Mosa. No matter, he was still the subject of her affections and she would attempt to press gently against to him, a greeting in and of its own. [color=#414a4c]"Sayo," She murmured easily, [color=#414a4c]"And hello, Jiyu."
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