Darkness. Shadow. Little else encompasses the three predominantly black figures. The big braided one is a warrior, that much is clear. He reminded her, at first glance, of the warriors she had met in The Companions. The dark mare, however, is different - more like her. At first glance, she has an air of cleverness and of distance. Oh but one could never be too sure. Dovahkiin felt the mare would likely fit in with the Dark Brotherhood back home but it was little more than a feeling with nothing to base it on. She had gone through her fair share of groups back home, dropping them, without question, as soon as boredom struck. She had never burned the bridges, although a couple were lit unintentionally. Dovahkiin simply wasn't to be tied down.

Aside from the obvious connection through shadow, the two were alike in their shades; black, white, and red. Dovahkiin is far less subtle, of course, her colors vibrant and encompassing her most of her body. Perhaps going with her would be a logical choice or at least a desirable one but it was never that easy for her. Dovahkiin rarely allowed herself to get close to anyone and the mare of wing and horn was someone with which she felt a kinship. Her heart is drawn to Ghost, though she hides it well. Besides, the massive hunk of braids and male-meat is certainly nice to look at. Her gaze drifts between the two, green eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. Helovia. So that's what this place was called. That didn't intrigue her nearly as much as the mare's following statement. "Is that so? Well, you have my attention." her voice contains an almost silky quality; smooth with an underlying sensuality. Giddy excitement blooms in her chest at the notion of frequent changes. Perhaps she would finally get the adventure she craved or perhaps she could finally pledge her loyalties more firmly. As long as the excitement never dwindled or faded, Dovahkiin had no problem sticking around. Which way she goes, however, can never be easily determined.

The mare introduces herself and describes her home - Ghost of the Hidden Falls. Dovahkiin locks it into her memory, pairing it with the mare's scent for future reference. Then the stallion speaks, and her bright green eyes shift to focus on him. "It does." she agrees, another smirk itching to curl the corners of her lips. "It means dragon born." she answers plainly. After the barest moment of silence, his introduction comes - Torleik of the Aurora Basin. Once again, she automatically stores his name, scent, and home in her mind. Both he and Ghost would surely be worth remembering - an army general and a queen; these were individuals of some importance.

Ghost spoke again, her voice breaking through the silence that had settled in around them. Dovahkiin shifts her attention to the black mare and a knowing smile contorts her features. "What are you offering?" she asks, her eyes shining with a sly, almost sexual quality. Oh, but isn't this fun? Torleik's question tickles her ears, then, and she returns her attention to him. "Taazokaan is quite varied, actually. Though mostly cold and snowy. It has it's dangers, of course; dragons, giants, mammoths, warriors and assassins." she explained, keeping her answer shorter for the time being. If he asked, she might divulge more but now she simply falls silent and allows her sickly green eyes to shift from one to the other.


tags: @[Torleik], @[Ghost]
notes: so sorry I apparently forgot about this! I'm hopeful we can finish this quickly now so we can all move on. Also, no idea where she started to develop this hypersexuality but apparently she'd tap both of them. xD