The kelpie grins, many white teeth flashing in the moonlight at her evasive answer. She is just out, Wrena says, as though her arrival on his island is entirely coincidental. Illuminated by the blue sea, her bay skin is nearly violet and the beaded scales of her wings catches the seaspray and the moonlight in a way that lures the stallion ever closer. His pale legs are hidden by the dark water as he moves nearer but the bright plankton swirl around his jewel-toned sides, a clear indication of his approach.
"Why, do I look like a plankton?" He asks her with a tilt of his pale face and then -
"No, wait. Don't answer that." She might says yes simply to be contrary, and the kelpie is nearly as vain as he is ethereally beautiful. He does enjoy obstinate women but Wrena is still something of an unknown. Though he is curious how her the leather of her black wings might feel against his skin, he still recalls the smoke of their first meeting and so keeps his distance.
"How long are you planning on staying out?" He asks instead, inching forward with each tug of the sea until he is close enough to touch if he just stretch a bit farther.
@[wrena]
"Why, do I look like a plankton?" He asks her with a tilt of his pale face and then -
"No, wait. Don't answer that." She might says yes simply to be contrary, and the kelpie is nearly as vain as he is ethereally beautiful. He does enjoy obstinate women but Wrena is still something of an unknown. Though he is curious how her the leather of her black wings might feel against his skin, he still recalls the smoke of their first meeting and so keeps his distance.
"How long are you planning on staying out?" He asks instead, inching forward with each tug of the sea until he is close enough to touch if he just stretch a bit farther.
@[wrena]