Lyr remained silent, for what seemed like almost four years, before giving him an icy glare and opening her big mouth.
"I think you left rugged and dashing somewhere and just became smelly and dirt-ridden. Women don't like that! Trust me! I'm a performer and a dazzler of women!"[/b] she retorted, doubting it would bother her companion at all.
Nothing seemed to bother him, it was annoying. Who did he remind her of? Someone that pissed her off to no end! Though she couldn't place it at that moment in time.
Her eyes glanced over to the men in the caravan. Talk to them? No, they were scary and grotesque.
"Why did I let you talk me into this..."[/b] she complained.
((OOC: I'm pretty sure you're on a hiatus. So, I'll just leave this here for when you return. If you want to continue this or even start something else when you get back, let me know. Lyr's been changed a bit since her first incarnation here a bit))