For something which had a capacity to stretch its jaws into some obscene portrayal of spider crab, it was a potentially dangerous move. Sabra, though, didn't seem to know what to make of it, frowning, rearing head back with an expression of distaste, like an aggressive puppy being forced to play with a toy it did not want.
Snort.
Lowly mortal guides were not meant to do this. Not... Permitted.
"Are you trying to mate with me?"
She was wiping away the food from mouth, not at all grasping the lesson which had been attempted. Head quizzically tilting, as Sabra attempted to provide her own interpretation to the mystifying return of her own gesture. What Valerie had tried to force into her mouth, being casually thrown into a small pot with soil in it.
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on 2013-11-17 04:27 am (UTC)Snort.
Lowly mortal guides were not meant to do this. Not... Permitted.
"Are you trying to mate with me?"
She was wiping away the food from mouth, not at all grasping the lesson which had been attempted. Head quizzically tilting, as Sabra attempted to provide her own interpretation to the mystifying return of her own gesture. What Valerie had tried to force into her mouth, being casually thrown into a small pot with soil in it.
"It would be... Difficult."