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02-12-2017, 11:10 PM
Tandavi I'll light a fire in your new shoes.
His flattery continues to flow like wine, lulling the girl into an easy sort of buzz, a state of pleasant bemusement with this unusual turn of events. Natraj, always pleased by flattery, does not help; he flashes another vulpine grin, nodding his assent that, yes, he ought to find a female fox of his own (foxes are, after all, the superior species of companion, and there will never be enough vixens in the world). All is well, all is easy- -and then their eyes meet, silver rising up to sink into black, and the man suggests another date, and the girl finds herself nodding despite the sudden realization that despite her companion's charm, his poise, he isn't the one she wants this second date with. Because there's another, a bloodstained boy already armed with a duo of foxes and sky-blue eyes, and this giddiness, this warmth... she wants it with him. Which isn't to say she cannot enjoy Reichenbach's company. He laughs again and hers rings in choir, a vibrant, fiery thing, filled with renewed life and confidence and, if anything, more passionate for this newest revelation, this understanding of herself. "The Heavenly Fields," she answers breathlessly, deep voice alight with candor, dark eyes bright with a quiet honesty. "At dawn you can watch the sun the lip of the sea. It's beautiful." Fire Dancer glances up through the tangle of her forelock. "Perhaps I will see you there, sometime," she suggests- an invitation, a question, a hope that maybe this easy friendship is something she can manage, something she can maintain. |
@Reichenbach
o. pixel pony credit to tamme
o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!
