Kite smiled when she heard the other pronounce her name correctly, internally wincing at her error. At the very least she did what she could to not show her embarrassment. Her mother had once told her that doing such a thing was self-serving and rude, and could make another feel awkward. Her expression might of shifted for an instant, lips twitching downward in disappointment before they turned upward. Everyone made mistakes. It was natural. So Kite took it in stride—
And then the other made to leave. Was it the way she had pronounced her name...? Or, perhaps it was the way that she had eaten...? Kite looked at her forelegs, rabbit skin peeled upon one tiny skeleton bones on the other. She tipped her muzzle downward and noted the blood on her chest. The yearlings eyes drifted upward and watched as the other made good on her word, and there was no real relief found in the fact that the other thought it was lovely to have met her. Was that true? Well, if it was, why would she go off so soon? Kite was self-conscious in some aspects... here was one of them. As Anstice made moves to go, Kite nodded. Anstice seemed nice, but Kite couldn't truly know given their interaction lasted all of fifteen minutes (so it felt). So she lingered in her spot for a while, licking the blood off of her chest, grooming herself so that when she returned to Mirren she did not look like such a mess.
Sex: Female