Gushing Geyser — [AW} A Spray of Light

Larkspur refrained from raising a brow thought they offered the slightest cock of their head at the overt commentary. Even they were getting an inking that there was... an interest of some sort being expressed here. The way the felid's eyes raked across their body made that evident but given it was spring, the message was a bit muddied. Was the interest in their wings? They were what the serval had commented on after all. Or could it be the garden now flourishing upon their back - thankfully devoid of hummingbirds for the first time in a few days and free from bees at the current moment given how unusual it was. Or was this standard attraction? Larkspur hold no judgement if it was - they were a bit sad for their part that their interest in the mountain lion that once roamed the north appeared to be going nowhere for the alleged fallen goddess was nowhere to be seen - though they wondered what could be interesting enough about them in these short moments to draw that sort of gaze. "I am Larkspur - before you wonder, mother had an inkling that I would end up like this," said the chocolate brindled wolf, gesturing wryly with their nose to the brilliant blue blossoms sprouting all down their spine. The other was plotting something, that much Larkspur knew because something that tasted like 'mischief' drifted toward the wolf from the little body but without further investigation, they wouldn't know. Was anything serious enough to actually try that? "Though I wouldn't call myself alone, I have Folke." They gave a little wiggle, disturbing the reticulated python wrapped loosely around their shoulders to emerge from the remaining plush of a shedding winter coat. The snake looked up, managing to look tired to Larkspur's eyes those they weren't sure how clear that came across to the other, watching the snake flit their tongue out a few times. --- Charisma Check: Larkspur is getting a tad confused by this level of attention - so now they're double checking the situation a bit. A very minor roll really, Larkspur is just just not used to being obviously flirted with and is confused about it. Success: Larkspur has confirmation that Diaspora isn't lying about being alone Failure: Larkspur just has to go by Diaspora's word Text. Speech. Thoughts.