As Sweet as Honey

I R I S She hums in acknowledgement of his answer, calmed by the ritualistic indulgence. The smoke pushed through the cobwebs in her mind. Time was running out, Iris could feel it. She considered the trinket, remembering the pocket it slipped into, amusing herself with the thought of making it disappear. Another puff of smoke and she was watching Sunjata think. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her lips when he came up with the answer and she followed his lead with long, determined steps. "You might have just saved me from some aimless wandering. Maybe even some sunburn." She comments, warmly meeting steely blue eyes. "I'm Iris. It's a pleasure." And it was. The governor was charming in his willingness to help out a wandering teenager. His wording was familiarly refined, set apart from the average Torcher's casually insulting way of speak. It was almost off-putting. Iris thinking that was, of course, entirely hypocritical. She left her surname out on purpose. There was no need to align herself with Erasmus' little enterprise just yet. "Is Torchline treating you right, governor?" She skipped over a rock, casually kicking it back in the direction of the helper who was suddenly sticking to them a little too closely. "Governemnt attracts a whole different brand of animals, doesn't it?"