Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder | Edrahil

[Locheed]

Her eyes are wild and fiercely blue, a stormy dark blue that is nothing like the pure cerulean of so many of her relations. They are cunning eyes, curious and sharply turning to pin him where he stands. There is something darker than just the glint of mischief in them, but only time, and possibly her peers, would tell if that something would blossom into true wickedness.

Alas, her sister is not the one to respond to her call, and little pegasus pushes his way through the trees and humid air. But he doesn't squirm, confidently facing her, smelling like somewhere she had never been and talking about monsters. This, she could do with. She liked to talk about monsters; she liked to scare her little sister with stories of them - especially ones that looked like her.

A hissing laugh escapes between her sharp teeth, and her ivory tail slaps across her slim haunches. "Disappointingly few, actually," she corrects, mildly. But again those eyes say more than her words, their hungry gleam possibly suggesting that her sweet tone is only a game.

Locheed

@[Edrahil]