Far better men and women have tried to make slip the smile of Willoughby.
“Oh, no” the maiden would proclaim, shaking her head. She said nothing when he threw rudeness at her, keeping her pleasant albeit curious look. The being with him was unlike anything she had seen, but ah...! She was getting used to such things in Novus. “you did not interrupt anything.”
The stallion would crack an amused grin. “Though I shall say I was not dining” the maiden added, politely dipping her skull “I was merely gathering some things to sell to medics in the courts.” She quietly corrected him, as was her way. She hoped she had gathered enough...
“But... I do like you better when you smile” she gives him, a nod given to the stranger. Her words were innocent and naive “I've met a few who do not. It is a shame; they would look lovely if they did.” A laugh tickled her throat, bursting through gently
