"Okay, Sunshine," Draco murmurs, shark-like grin still turning his lips. He wonders if her tone is mocking, if she dares to tease him; but for some strange, unknown reason, this mocking has a positive effect on him. Respect blooms for Tirza, a brilliant sunflower defying all odds and coming alive beneath the moon.
The demon is pleased to see Tirza reaching out for his shadows. His smile widens and he watches intently, questioning as he thinks, "Are you a ghost, then?" A stray shadow twirls upward, against Sunshine's neck, and twines into her mane. It gives a little playful tug and remains there, content, as if alive.
A few bold steps later and Draco is now studying the blending of Tirza's coat a little closer. He hums to himself, thinking, then murmurs, "The sun needs the night, doesn't it? As the night needs the sun." His eyes stray back to hers, some mischievous glimmer in them. He likes her answers, the dry replies.
"What can you do, Sunshine? Can you manipulate the light as I manipulate the shadows?"
@[Tirza]
