[P] A Poet In The Forest

Trixie almost ran after the animal at first but worried she would get lost if she left this area. Instead she turned her attention towards the brook and berry bushes. Hmmmm… those could be useful for filling her belly and making sure she doesn't die of dehydration. Her attention is pulled back to the strange person who approaches, hand reaching for her knife before he begins to speak.

Trixie is taken back at first by their words. They seem very… comical. She relaxes a little as her eyes narrow. She thinks she understands a little of what this person is saying behind their words. "Oh well met," Trixie says carefully as she thinks over her words. "You say you are no threat? Neither am I, just a little shy. And maybe too fearful, of strange men who are too cheerful. But alas I do require aid, so I am inclined towards your trade." She felt like she was doing pretty well at this game. She just wanted one last line to try and get some more out of this man than just berries. Still she did not have a lot to offer… tough maybe one thing of value.

"And perhaps after some liquor…. I may let you lick her." She gave a suggestive gesture and winked at him. "But you would have to help a lot, to play with my twat."