Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Her brother's name was like a punch to the gut, stealing a terrible amount of her cheer and making all her physical pains seem keen and biting all of the sudden. "Oh, how nice," she managed to say in a semblence of her normal tone, covering for herself by reaching for her water and taking a big gulp after attempting to clear her throat and ending up coughing.
So he was alive. Not that she ever wished harm on her brother, but she'd spent the last several years certain he was dead, since she'd never had a response to the couple of owls she'd managed to send that time. She had no way of knowing they might never have arrived, or what had happened to them, but her assumption had been two different scenarios -- that he and/or her family were dead, or they rejected her for being a werewolf, which she had foolishly included in the letters.
"Thanks," she said.
She grinned, glad he was a good sport. She had inadvertantly offended more than one person in the past, never meaning to, but she didn't always have a good sense when to just... stop. "Well thank you, handsome," she said. She chuckled. "I would tussle for your honor, or dishonoring, or however you want to put it, especially with a girl with a pretty name like Rose," she told him with a grin. "Mmmm. That's an idea. You can point me at a pretty one."
She lifted a shoulder, letting her curls bounce around her face prettily and conveniently hide some of her expression. She sucked at lying, though certain lies had become... routine by necessity. "There was a lot going on," she said, hoping the subject would pass on quickly. She nearly responded to his next words but a divine, heaven sent smell hit her, her head snapping up and honing in with gold-glinting in her eyes on the platter of food including the rare steak.
"Thank the gods, yummy," she said fervently, managing to not quite pounce on it when it was set in front of her. She immediately started in on it with a knife, her focus intense upon the meat for a long moment. She might have let out a little whimper and moan of pleasure as she chewed the first bite, she really wasn't aware of herself other than she really, really needed that meat right now.