et ready! Set! Dress! She smiled at her own reflection, the plastered on falsity was set in place, looking good. She brushed over her fur lightly from every angle, dressing herself as properly as possible, slowly adding the mask of a proper doll, dressing herself as the perfect lady, setting the make up of perfection. She smiled again, hidden from modesty flawed to the teeth. She didn't mean it, it wasn't real and it wasn't genuine, but that might be hard to tell for someone who didn't know her, one thing was clear though her smile didn't reach her eyes.

She finally left her mirror in the water and with a sigh she let her white legs carry her across the fields of Inaria, passing several trees on her way, she didn't stop to admire any of it, instead she began wondering how she could get the party going in this place. She was getting bored, Inaria didn't offer much passing and she hadn't met that many people on her walks, so first goal of the day had to be meeting other people and get a conversation going. That would be step one.

"You.. You er... going to the party?" Ah bingo!

She smiled and turned direction, close by were to figures, one she didn't know and the other was the innocently little boy Felix. She took a few strides across the grass and plastered that practice smile all over her face to Felix, getting up on his side and give him a well placed lick on his left cheek and grinned. "Well don't we just keep running into each other!" She turned toward Theron and passed him another smile, completely ignoring (not noticing so much) the look on his face. What was that dreadful expression honey? Brighten up, add a little make up, put up the mask.

"I'm Ginna, who might you be?" A little drama was always rightful in a situation like this wasn't it? But how to spice it up.. "Oh I have the most wonderful idea!" She almost brightened up and took a glance at both boys. "Let's do a friendly spar shall we? Good practice for all of us" And gives us something to do that isn't dreadfully boring. She got up, ready as she was and in one motion she jumped toward Theron, sporting a good chance for him she jumped on to her hind legs and tried to give him a push with her front paws on his shoulder. "You're not scared of losing against a girl are you?"

Hurt me

The last thing Theron expected to approach him was a child. It was evident in the way he stiffened uncomfortably the moment the boy started speaking to him. Though in truth, Theron was not much older than he -- though still much larger and more mature by far.

"Hey! Oh. Never mind. You're not from Gemini."

“No.” He replied, in a voice like a rusty hinge.

"You seen any of the Gemini lot around? Trying to track some down, make a few friends before the trip starts." The two brown young wolves could not be more different. The boy babbled affably while Theron hovered; wooden, creepy, and imposing. If a passerby saw them, they might be a touch concerned. "You.. You er... going to the party?"

“No... and no.” He answered the questions. Seating himself with the stiff motions of a wire doll. Theron might have craved contact, but that did not mean he was any good at it. Another approached, and his ears swiveled back to pin against his skull as the white and red female drew close. Theron ignored her comments to the younger boy, and indeed, her presence entirely until she addressed him.

"I'm Ginna, who might you be?"

“Theron.” He answered mechanically. It would be easy to mistake the young dire mix as a simpleton, for how mute he was. He behaved like an automaton outside its programming. In some ways, that’s exactly what he was.

"Oh I have the most wonderful idea! Let's do a friendly spar shall we? Good practice for all of us."

He glanced between the two of them with pale intense white eyes. Blinking slowly. Surely she wasn’t serious? A teenage dire nearly a foot shorter than him and her, a delicately built timber who looked as if she might break in half if he simply sat on her. Of course, in Theron's mindset, a spar meant a good deal more blood than the Inarian definition.

"You're not scared of losing against a girl are you?" Ginna shoved him with her forepaws and might as well have been pushing a boulder for all it got her. He chuckled. A throaty, guttural, and unsettling sound.

It might have been less threatening had he snarled.

inna looked at the dark-red male as he chuckled a hoarse laughter that seemed to set off Felix completely, he was clearly scared about the situation and made up the worst told lie she had ever heard (almost worst beside the one she told herself), and while Theron's laughter supposedly was scary, Ginna just laughed with him. It was an involuntary action that she had no control over, and she tried to strangle it without much success.

Neither did pushing Theron give much success, he moved nowhere and he did not seem the least bit provoked. She was getting frustrated by the minute, intense impulses going through her and she began thinking, over and over, of the sensation of pain. She needed it, she wanted it! She stopped laughing and looked seriously at Theron. How would she provoke him enough to cause trouble?

"That's an I-eat-babies laugh, not a super-fun-guy-play-times laugh." She snorted and couldn't help but break out a giggle. "Felix is scared of you Theron. But you are not dangerous are you? Come give me a smile!" She tried to reach his face again, using her front paws to try and move each side of his cheek upward in a forced smile - this looked familiar indeed.

Ginna was getting impatient. If Forcing Theron caused no reaction but him pulling away she would set backward and bounce. She would bounce toward him and try and nip at his right ear, hoping to provoke some kind of violent reaction from him, she was poking the beast, over and over again she would not stop until pain had been delivered - preferably to her.