Perhaps her defiance would one day come back to haunt her. Though, even with her youth, she finds the chances slim that any would challenge her. Not when flames bow to her will and creep across the ground at her very whim, brought to life by her breath alone.
She watches as his eyes turn to the fire that encircles them, pulling him closer to her - she didn’t care if it was a blatant and obvious thing; she is curious and he will quickly find that she is not one to hesitate on her desires. Her golden eyes are bold and brass in the flickering of her flames, the white of her feathered legs shifting slightly as she bounces nimbly from one to the other, her rather calm demeanor now flourishing to match the intense heat that dances around them. That same mischievous grin finds her again as he says her name with something like affection in his voice, causing her prancing stop so that she may instead take one sweeping step towards him.
Sunlight recognizes that flash of uncertainty in his eyes as his gaze comes to hold hers again (good, she thinks, as he refocuses on her instead of the flames), a pleased look falling across her expression, those white and gold badger markings sharpening the angles on her otherwise obsidian face. She nearly purrs with delight at his confession as it falls from his starlit lips, “Don’t worry, Isakov,” comes the gentle, reassuring reply, “I won’t let them hurt us.” But then there is a glimmer in her golden eyes that reveals that she may not exactly be telling the truth.
The young girl tilts her head quizzically, the short tangle of golden mane twirling beside the curve of her onyx neck. “No one is a mystery to me,” she admits with a tiny smile, referring to the fact that all thoughts are laid open before her. “It gets quite boring,” her tone is flippant; the thoughts she hears are hardly any of use or value, mere simperings of wayward travelers or the accompanying thoughts of her sisters (he should be lucky that he’s only met one of the three, he might one day realize). His, however, only stroke her ego and embolden her all the more, so she is filled with curiosity and wonder about the galaxy-strewn boy before her.
“That may be true,” Sunlight replies thoughtfully, her golden eyes unabashedly glancing up and down his body, “but you wield something.” She smiles, dark and curious. His thoughts have not yet shared with her any abilities he may possess and the fire-dancer wonders what lies beneath the deep purple and black of swirling stars on his skin.
sunlight
@[isakov]
i can't make her stop acting like an adult, I'm sorry