Lauma hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern dancing behind her eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure how you’d react to what she had just done—sneaking up on someone like that wasn’t exactly polite, and she knew it. Still, her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, standing there awkwardly after the initial surprise wore off, she found herself second-guessing.

The conversation began light enough, casual even. But it didn’t take long before you, ever the bold one, started poking around with your usual mischievous questions. She could practically feel it coming before the words left your mouth. And then, just as she expected—

“No, you can’t touch my horns,” she muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked away.

There was a subtle shift in her expression—barely there, but unmistakable. A slight crease formed between her brows, the beginnings of a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She wasn’t angry, not really. Just… wary. And maybe a little exasperated. You had a knack for testing boundaries, and Lauma had learned that the hard way.

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t have to. The firmness in her tone made her position clear. You weren’t going to charm your way past her defenses that easily—not this time. She already knew what you were trying to do.

Still, she also knew you. Knew how persistent you could be. If anyone could eventually wear her down and make her reconsider, it was probably you. But it wasn’t going to happen quickly.

You might have to be patient—very patient—if you hoped to convince her to indulge your curiosity.