FROST FYRE
_{But with what we have, I promise you that. We're marching on.}

There was silence for quite a while, the veil of steam making her Knight appear as a misted figure, a man from a dream. The fae focused on him, and only him, her bonded, and the world around her, did not matter for just a moment. She watches as his movements bring him forward, leaning over to nibble at her withers. Grullo and bay collide, their bodies exchanging warmth from one another. A gentle smile creeps upon her face as she feels him work away, deciding she should do her own share of this 'cleaning'. She reaches towards her Knight, offering a gentle nibble along his withers, just as he does to her. He moves away to respond to her question about the languages he speaks, and what those words... Lle maa quel meant. She looked at the earth toned eyes, trying to find something to grasp. She opens her lips, trying to hold them still. "Really?" She swiftly glances back at herself, all she can see is her speckled hind end and her somewhat mature frame. She looked into her slightly irritated reflection, seeing a girl with gentle features and dazzling emerald orbs. She straightens her posture, still looking fairly stunned. She couldn't tell if it was a mere lie he wove, a lie to seep under her skin, to hold a faux love before her. She doesn't know what to do... what to say. She stands and gazes at him, wishing to step forward upon him and tell him she's all his, all of her is his to conquer.

She is a singing siren from the seas, gentle song echoing through their steamy little fort. She feels guilt, imaging her mother staring down at her sternly. But... her mother had done this before, had she not? Using her feminine charm to get closer to a man. Hadn't she charmed father that way? The girl throws her mother's image from her head, instead enjoying how close she had come to her Knight. He seems... unsteady, afraid she might see something horrible, or he might say too many things. He speaks again in his little foreign tongue, eyes locked onto something in the distance. The girl's mossy gaze darts over to the massive smoky figure engulfing the skies, drifting down to the Steppe. It was as though the land was draped in a thick, black veil, a demon claiming the land as its own.

His lyrics around found nudging at her lobes, her crown gently moving so she can stare at him, still pressed close. He says he trusted one of the Winged, the sailors of the skies. She presses back her ears, letting the auds settle upon her skull. He speaks of how she hated him when they met again... again?. The fae ponders upon his words until masculine melodies ring through the steamy air, and she looks at him. "She hit me." "Would you like me to make it all better?" She wonders, raising her brow ever so slightly. She already had a reward to give him for telling her these words of trusting the Winged. She didn't know what kind of reward she could offer him... she was a little young to be letting stallions enter her divine kingdom... for now. She could already imagine herself walking upon a cold path, her mother's cloven tracks before her. She can see a path untrod, but already she was beginning to tread in her mother's steps, leaving that blank path behind her and forgotten. "What had you done to her?" She wants to inquire these next words, leaning closer to the man, softening her gaze. She tried to make herself most alluring for this stallion, gracefully weaving a trap for him. Already he had dabbed in at the woven trap, and one hoof of his had been caught. She was so close to snaring him, to claiming him as her own. Her tokens of gratitude would be most... pleasing.
"talk talk talk"