Seeing him look over the book she'd see that he'd start flipping through it.  However she'd stop him as soon as it landed upon a page of interest.  A cage, large and rectangular in fashion.  Pointing to it she was rather quick to keep putting emphasis on it as if desperate to do so. How could she ask such though.  But once he closed the book she became almost frustrated, her hands reaching up and ruffling up her own hair in the desperate throw of her emotion.<br/><br/>However at the end she'd stop, staring at Atticus in thought.  Maybe he'd make for an interesting mate?  Her smile almost became sly for a second before it immediately went into a scowl, forcing herself to look away and shake her head in some form of desperation.  That's when she started looking around the room for something if not anything to contain her only to see no more then the nick knack and trinkets.  That's when he came in.<br/><br/>A simple assistant bringing in a bit more writing material for the wisened up wizard that took steps a bit too close to the frustrated Wiflor.  In an instant she'd turn on him, tackling him and caring nothing of the papers spread across the ground, pinning the man down with a flustered desire and wide grin. The man of course screaming about the sudden outburst would strangely be able to push her off like she was nothing and scamper away to leave Wiflor on the ground alone.  She barely even knew Atticus was still there as she started curling up and holding to her head with a simple thought.<br/><br/>She wanted to fuck something.  But it was obvious she was trying her best to control herself in at least the right that she didn't chase down the poor bastard that stepped too close.  For what book she found, she was rather close to on the money.  But that she was in a state of weakness?  Likely that she had been starving herself so others stood a fighting chance...