He takes note of her, his pits sliding to greet her when she arrives. While she stands and waits for a response from the boy, she sees his lips open, his words flowing. "A hot bath is ravishing." His smile spreads across his face, devouring his features in an eerie yet welcoming grin, his eyes almost appearing to call her into the soothing waters. Returning the smile, she begins her graceful decent into the heated water. Her muscles begin to tingle, relaxing under the blanket of warm water. She nestles herself across from the stallion, staring at him.
Again, his words are released, hitting her auds for yet another time. He announces he is Carnesir, before asking who the maiden is. She releases her smile, suddenly losing her name. It drifted away from her in the steamy air, sliding from her grasp. The name her mother had given her... the name she was to carry... what was that name? What was that label she had been given a year and some odd months ago, the label she first heard from her mothers lips? She has suddenly lost her identity, lost her ID card somewhere in her vast expanse of a mind, letting her name escape her little hands. The glaze that had covered her distant green eyes is suddenly wiped away, and she is drawn to the present."Frost Fyre... that is my name." She blinks, dazed. For a moment she had forgotten who she was, what her life had built her to be. But she was still an unfinished building, the many thoughts she hid stashed away in the lowest levels, the farthest places to grasp.
She inhales steam, her nostrils spreading open to take in and release the air. She swipes her tail, emerald eyes wandering. The curtain of warm, foggy air swishes open for a moment, revealing the chilling Basin, the mountains look hazy, distorted and blurry from behind the thin curtain of steam. She parts her lips again, wishing to end the silence between her and Carnesir. "Do you have any stories to tell, Carnesir?" She asks, her words coming out of the blue. She looks at him, thinking stories were a traditional thing to ask for, since they were always fun to exchange. The fae herself had many stories to share, stories of the invasion of the edge and stories of the Rifts. She had stories about her mother's land as well... Her mother... She holds back her tears, not wishing to cry before the stud.
"Speech."
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