Her voice, mellow but with a certain edge, ripples through the air and puts an end to his romp. He had not really intended to draw attention to himself, but its not as though he was being very quiet or discreet in his childish antics.
Coat streaked with evidence of his exertion, he raises his head to search for the voice’s owner. She is easy enough to find in her brown and blue and gold grandeur, so he strides over to her. As he draws near, he takes in the details of her appearance, from the suspicious stains near her mouth to the golden ring bridging her nostrils to the rivulets that fall from every inch of her body.
Odd. She looks as though she has just risen from beneath the water, though there is none in their vicinity. Strange, how water has become such a common theme in this new life of his. From the miles of ocean that tried to prevent his escape from the earth’s bowels, to the fluid wings of the woman that had witnessed his emergence from the sea, to the vast expanse of water that had still covered much of Beqanna when he had returned.
He wonders if the sprites should have given him some sort of water-based gift, instead of the feathered wings at his side and the heavy horn on his head. The thought makes him smile.
And so does Claudia.
He looks away from her, eyelids falling as he turns his face in the sun’s direction. “Of course.. I’d be a fool to not appreciate such a fine day..” His eyes, glinting with roguishness, find her again. “And a fine lady, as well.”
@Claudia