She can feel his gaze upon her, as she pretends that her focus is upon the Heart. It is like a weight - his gaze - that softly touches her skin, caressing her sooty hide. A pleasurable shiver runs down her spine at this imaginary touch - or is it her want of his touch which is stimulating her so? Her mind wanders, wondering if his touch would be rough like the bark protruding from his wither, and finds herself hoping that it would be. Tolio and Apollo had both been so gentle in their encounters with her...Tolio possibly more insistent during the conception of their daughters, but even so, her cinnamon stallion's slender frame couldn't compare to the enormity and scalable appeal of the steely lignea. Don't let it surprise you, that her mind is already wandering into the deep end; for don't forget the golden-spy had to endure a curse at the hands of the moon-bitch. She is eager to pick up where they had left off.

Her breath draws into her chest as he moves to stand before her, and yet her sultry gaze reveals little of the quiver which is suddenly alight in her breast. Raising her slender muzzle up slightly, she stands undaunted before his impressive bulk. A smile spreads across her lips as he addresses her as, you; missing his earlier remark, calling her the Owless. Pity he spoke so softly - she would have enjoyed that nickname. "Of course it's me, sugar. Who else?" She replied, her voice confident and flirtatious. As she draws his scent in, she is mildly surprised at how pleasant it is. For some reason, she thought he would smell like the Woods - rustic and dusty. Instead, she finds herself inhaling a scent mildly reminiscent of her childhood.

Drawing her wings up from the ground, and spreading them to their full height and weight, Phae tossed her head back, causing a cascade of creamy curls to fall down around her shoulders, exposing her slender and lean chest. Her gaze sparkled with a dangerous allure as he spoke; sneering and taunting her as he towered above her. "Oh?" She quipped, looking bemusedly curious. "Trouble? Is that what you are?" She purred, playfully instigating. As he had already bridged the gap between them, Phae took the opportunity to close it. Slinking to his right side, she extended a wing-tip, meaning to trace it along his right shoulder - her eyes greedily following the lines of his muscle, up to his wither where flesh began to mold into bark. A soft sigh escaped her lips, as her feathers fluttered gently due to the warmth of the thermals pressing up against them. Nearly shoulder to shoulder, although Phae stood much smaller, she curved her svelte neck around so that her gaze could once again meet his. Shrugging, she turned away with an unimpressed hmmph sound, her hips swaying as she oh-so casually and strategically placed hear golden-rear in his line of sight, as she moved a few paces away.

"Sugar, you wouldn't even be able to catch me." She quipped, suddenly leaning back onto her hindend, and launching herself into the air. It was only due to her lean figure that she was able to achieve lift without any momentum, and even so it took her a few wing beats to fully pull up into the air. Circling higher, a beautiful silvery laugh escaped her lips, falling down to the heart like rain. Once she had completed a full loop, she dove back down towards Birch, her oddly-patterned wings hugging her sooty sides tightly to increase her speed. Just as momentum was about to carry her straight into the ground, her wings opened forcefully, reducing her speed and incline, and allowing her to lightly land at his side. Her cheeks were coloured a pretty dusty-rose from the adrenaline and sudden surge of oxygen, and yet behind that tantalizing smile, was an edginess; a wanting. "And then there's the question.." She began, her melodic voice still rather breathless from her flight. Moving closer, now pressing her left shoulder against his right as she leaned up as high as she could, to where his ear would be - "..Of just what you would do if you did manage to catch me?" With another silvery laugh, she lowered her muzzle only slightly - for he was quite tall - and tried to nip at his muscular chest. With an instigating chuckle, she danced away, dropping her right shoulder and pivoting in a right circle. Her steps were light and airy, partially due to the fact that her wings were still outspread, and aided in the weightless way in which she moved away from him; daring him to follow.

[WC: 796
Attack: 1/?
MC: 0/2]

Join the waves in the ocean?
Or let my soul fade away, in the dark?
Cause I've gone astray,
& all my flowers turned to dandelions.