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Resistence was on the other end of the tug given even if only for a moment. Turquoise eyes snapped open, pupils narrowed into slits at the abrupt reenterance to the waking world. The deer hissed warningly, undoubtedly confirming that this was no deer at all.

A clawed hand lifted only to push back her own hair, remaining quite curled and cozy though her eyes darted wildly in the attempt to process why she was awake. Pupils dialated at the sight of pink fur, trailing up the length of the body. The reflection of moonlight caused her eyes to shine while they settled on the gentle "attacker's" face.

"Pink, mmmn, pretty~" Melin yawned tiredly and slowly uncurled her body. She managed to adjust to be sitting up to smile sleepily at the one who woke her, all with a horn having been held. She did not seem terribly concerned. She had self defense down well between teeth, claws, and the sharp antlers. "Well, hello~" Her voice came out in a purr, one that continued to rumble in her chest.

Melin's ears perked at the lovely sound of this female's voice. Her pupils dilated once more, just for a moment. She did not often hear a softer tone of voice. The men in her family spoke sternly, and the women were not far off from that. Her hands subconsciously moved to her fluffy tail that settled across her lap, fingers kneading into it.

"Oh? That is quite alright. I should not spend my life napping away anyhow." The vampire smiled, her expression softening. "That... is just precious. I can appreciate that you wanted to keep me safe~"

She understood fully well that this was a case of mistaken identity; she was no deer, and a deer is what the pink one intended to assist. Melin had no reason to believe that her antler still would have been lightly tugged if she had been seen for what she was but this creature was beautiful. It only made sense that she would hope to get a light shaking either way.

"I do suppose I should say goodbye to the era of napping outside freely in this shifting world." Melin sighed sadly to herself and slowly stood. She extended her paw to Ravana. "Melin."

For as sleepy as she appeared, Melin was still observant. She smiled and the rumbling in her chest deepend, output at a louder volume than before. The pink lady had stared and she had caught it though she was at least kind enough to not call immediate attention to it.

Her gaze glided down towards their hands and her tail swayed lazily behind her. She was careful to not shake the woman's hand too enthusiastically, begrudgingly releasing it because it was a nice hand to hold. "Ravana~" She rolled the name off her tongue in a warm tone and tilted her head.

Was this woman going to keep giving her opportunities to misconstrue the intent behind the words she spoke? Well, far be it from Melin to turn it away. "Oh..? Are you suggesting that we nap together?" There was a quiet, playful chuckle that followed behind her words. "I won't say no.~"

Melin expected a similar reaction to the implication that Ravana was out to help her explicitly. Was it mean of her to take these little openings and tease her with them? Perhaps. The vampire did not have the same social etiquette as many others. She knew not of her full lineage but had made up a vision in her head of what her mother had been like.

Clanless, Melin had decided, and comfortable nestled away in nature and solitude. It was not as if she could not stay with her grandfather's clan but rather that she had little interest in doing so. She did not fit with them, being alone was a better feeling than that of not belonging in a place where one's entire family thrived.

The horned vampire only smiled wider at witnessing Ravana's blanching face before it was so rudely turned away from her. Well that was fine, she had witnessed the paling of those cheeks. She could not help but chuckle darkly when the pink vampire struggled to get her words out and seemingly gave up quickly. That was fine too. "Have I embarrassed you?" As if she had not soaked up the image of this beautiful vampire being riled into a flustered state. As if she were not the direct cause of it. A part of her felt proud because she was undoubtedly leaving behind a first impression that would be hard to forget when they inevitably parted ways. Unless the woman got through her flustery state and decided that a cuddle in a bush sounded just lovely.

A cuddle being just that. Melin had never indulged in unsavory acts and her family -- aside from her father's tryst with her mysterious mother -- were keen on taking commitment very seriously. It had caused her to wonder a time or two if her father had gotten his heart broken by her mother who did not stay. Was the woman obviously wild and free, did Alefric know she would not be tamed? The young vampire waved the thoughts away as this was not the time to get preoccupied with drawing up stories of who the woman who helped give her life may or may not be. Her gaze had yet to stray from Ravana a single time, the pretty pink lady had her undivided attention. It was cute how Ravana's gaze were shifting rapidly around them, trying to find anything to look at except for Melin herself.

When Ravana's arms stretched out to assist in regaining her balance, Melin's brows furrowed and little worried wrinkles produced between them. Her hands reached out and delicately touched against the other vampire's elbows, slender fingers being mindful not to prod her with claws. A pang of guilt that was entirely unfamiliar stung in her chest. Perhaps she had come on a bit too strong. "You should sit down, Ravana..." Turquoise pools finally shifted away from her, glancing to a nearby stump. She couldn't imagine how much worse that pang of guilt would get if the pink vampire were to faint over a little light teasing.

Melin's smile faltered when on the receiving end of such a warm expression. If her heart worked as a mortal's did, it would surely be pounding violently in her chest. It was not often that the teasing vampire was stunned by anything. For it to be something so simple made her feel... hm. How did it make her feel?

She was not embarrassed or flustered. No, it was something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she was aware there was a word for this exact thing. Her luminous gaze swept over Ravana's beautiful face and her lips parted, forcing a soft and unnecessary breath.

Smitten. That was the word, wasn't it? The one her father had explained; smitten was a thing one could feel in regard to another, rapidly or developing over time. That was how she had interpreted his explanation anyway during one conversation of her mother. Melin felt a small shiver run down her spine, the flesh beneath her silken pelt prickling with goosebumps at the woman's innocent touch. "Would you like to?" As forward as it may have seemed, the clanless vampire was being quite innocent. A nap meant a nap. The very worst she intended to do was curl up close to the other female, perhaps watch Ravana's sleeping expression. She was willing to bet it was undeniably adorable.