The seduction within her movements is both intentional and natural at one time. It has become a part of her personality, part of who she is, so some place along the road, she began to identify with it. Strangely, his apparent lack of interest is what sparks hers; there is something more to this one, she senses, but she does not speak it. Innocence is not something she can bring to the table, for she knows exactly what she Is doing, and that is something that has a certain charm all on its own. Tilting her head a little to the side, slender lobes pick up his reply and the smile on her lips widens. “Leliel,” she breathes huskily, a flick of her tail releasing some of the tension that is building up within. “A pleasure.”

Keahi doesn’t have a plan, she rarely does, and spontaneity is something that she values highly. Unlike Leliel, she does not fear that others are scheming against her; no one ever did that and got away with it successfully. Her eyes glisten momentarily as she moves her gaze to the horizon, the sun sinking below the horizon in just that moment, a soft sigh released from her lungs. He speaks nothing more than his name, and she is slightly disappointed but not discouraged. It is a challenge to socialize with anyone who would really rather be somewhere else, and she sees the longing in his eyes when he stands there, gazing out over the snowy clouds that have engulfed the land below. “You should fly down there. I’m sure it is beautiful, that is if you appreciate such things,” she mutters, not fully disguising the underlying ‘you really shouldn’t’ that her words are containing. Keahi feels nothing but disgust at the thought of the snow. Quite frankly, she is pleased to be up here where it can’t reach her.

She moves again, the thin layer of snow on the ground creaking as she steps closer to him, her breath forming small clouds of condensation as the wind gets chiller. For a moment, she realizes that his huge wings could easily bring her out of balance and shove her off of the edge, but she trusts that he is not like that. If he should want to do her harm, he wouldn’t be standing around, talking to her. Muzzle is moved to his shoulder, brushing against his black coat in the lightest of touches, feeling the warmth of his body under her nose. Charred lips nibble at the feathers on one of his wings playfully, a wry smile on her velvet maw. “So grave. I bet you are handsome when you smile, Leliel,” she murmurs softly, curious to see his reaction to her touch.