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02-01-2016, 04:04 PM
Caneo doubts his mind still at the realness of the - mare(?) - if only because he knows of few creatures so brilliant in the mundane light of day. (and which of their dull, petty gods dreams a creature such as this?) And she is brilliant; she reminds him of the sun, but not the same way Tandavi does. Where the Firedancer is warmth, gentle and consuming, this armored creature is brilliance, like the lance of light on the water, like a winter morning, clear and bright. Caneo might doubt her more if he thought his mind capable of dreaming up such a thing; he watches with a steady curiosity, a growing admiration. And the way she smiles.... somehow so different from his own. He thinks. He can't think on it too long, because like light she is always moving, sinuous and graceful. She takes his question and draws it out into a long, thin ribbon between them, until anticipation quivers in his legs. When did he last move out of something other than fear? Out of whimsy, or the sheer joy of it? Caneo finds his face mimicking her smile, though he thinks he must wear it wrong, for on him it can't be that same warm. His silver form draws inward as she dances nearer to him; instinct expects collision at the flurry of movement even if intellect denies the possibility. So Caneo is up on his toes when suddenly she draws away, a twist so unexpected she draws him, too, another step. This one is light, though: the beginning of a pattern he doesn't know but (now) wishes to learn. To live, the word echoes in his mind. His tail swings lazily and his neck snakes into a low arch, and another step draws him forward, and another, as momentum builds between his toes and along the sleek, sharp lines of a body made for movement but never quite how to dance. "Can I join you?" he asks between one step and the next. There's enough grace living between his long, slim bones to make a match for her, though anywhere else he wouldn't dream of it. Caneo hesitates though, drawing out the question just a bit. Mischief, or amusement, or maybe just intrigue, glints in his eyes. He remembers something said to him long ago, under far different circumstances. "Oh, but shouldn't I learn your name?" |
Table and Picture by Nicole (Niki)
ooc| @Amaris sorry about the wait!
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