Wary features turn skyward towards Rathunax, the bonded soul sighing at his behavior, so prominent once more. It kept others away, kept her lonely. A soft, hurt sound came from the dracon circling high above the pegasus wandering the mists of the forests. Her sincerity hurt, sometimes, but so long as it barred her companion from chasing off and intimidating away those she could potentially befriend, she would continue to speak it. The world in his eyes became hers as she approached, shifting from spectator to actress, drawing their eyes into one solid world.
As she rounds the obstacles in her path their eyes meet, brief and instant in the way they judged one another. Not in any particularly bad way, merely awareness of the other. He seems both startled and distrustful, but it does nothing to dwindle the petal-soft smile on her lips, the entreating glow of her rubies. All she desires is to welcome and inform him, bring him into her circle of acquaintanceship and possibly, hopefully, bring a tentative light into the darkness of her soul that created so much loneliness as it festered inside of her. Perhaps selfish, in a way, but solitude could drive even the most selfless to lengths they did not recognize.
A smile is what meets the lilt of her laugh, the cloud of ivory and ice that clings to her maw like static warming her ace in the oddest of appearances. From him she inspired tones of amusement, the two of them sharing in the sound for far different reasons, but neither borne of ill meaning. He watches her silent and inquisitive, but her gaze is merely encouraging, for she cannot find nor speak the answers for him. Moments later, he speaks, a singular word she nearly mistakes before realizing with a dawning of knowledge that it is his name. She smiles and tilts her head at him, wishing his secrets could unravel before her the longer she looked into his form.
"The darker stage of twilight...transitional. Caught between the darkest and the birth of light. It's a beautiful name," she spoke softly, the warmth of her smile bleeding like crushed rose petals into each lyric she bestowed upon him. Turning, she smiled and inclined her head to invite him to walk alongside her. "Would you like to accompany me, Dusk? It is lonely at times, traversing these woods. Perhaps you have questions I can answer?" One tentative step is taken, snow white shocking against the dead and dying of the earth below.
@[Dusk]
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