Dace is a curious thing.
Saint thinks he is pretty, red and gray and as bright as her home. Unique, she thinks, so unlike the little dots of people she doesn't deem interesting enough to observe from the ground.
If Saint were hungry, she might grow impatient with his good-natured protection of his creatures. The show he puts on is fascinating (her eyes trace the streams of water on his hide - oh, she thinks, his magic does come from the water), but her predator's nature always lurks beneath a shadowed bush. It crouches, not yet prowling but - definite, certain, and dangerous.
"I promise I won't eat your friends," Saint says, low, almost purring. She snakes a little closer, uncomfortably like her serpent form, olive eyes zeroing in on the flitting creatures like a cat mesmerized by a mouse's tail. Fangs flash dangerously when she lifts her teeth in a smile, her eyes flash up at Dace from where her head has lowered -
"I'm just kidding!" she quips, suddenly lifting her head and drawing to a proud height. Her mouth gleams without a teasing, near-obnoxious smile. "I have more self-control than that," is an afterthought, one she says as her gaze drops to the moving water below.
"It certainly looks like you belong to the water," Saint says, musing, risking sounding like a broken record. "You got any other tricks?"
—Saint—
into the fray
@[Dace] <3