do you feel like a young god? any

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Her expression, while warm, turns into something peculiar and it takes a moment for Amet to realize that she is admiring the bronzed and gilded plating that had replaced his light bay coat not too long ago. He nearly clams up and would have faltered in his approach if he had noticed it sooner, but alas, he is stuck feeling quite sheepish directly in front of the pretty painted girl.

He finds his words as he comes to a rest before her, gold and bronze head tossed to rid his bright amber eyes of the tousled forelock that always seems to find its way into his line of sight. Her smile is brilliant, drawing his attention and causing his gaze to linger until her realizes that she has given him her name, and the embarrassed Amet gives Tang a polite bow of his narrow head. "The pleasure is mine, Tang," he offers almost regally, ears pressed forward in case she should speak again. "What brings you to the Lake?"

His expression is inquisitive, but the question is friendly and undemanding. He has no issue with wanderers, nomads, or the lost. In fact, he usually finds that he has a lot in common with them. Perhaps this situation will be the same.

Channeling his inner Iset, the dragon-boy finds Tang's eyes and offers her a small smirk, his words hesitant but still playful, "I don't think I've ever had anyone so pretty come for a visit before."

Amet