A smile twists her lips as he comes to meet her. She loves it when they listen to her.
Her dark eyes study him intently, fascinated by the graceful fluidity that seems incongruous for his large build. When he comes to a rest, her gaze briefly flits to meet his before returning to her examination. She immediately notices the oil-slick shimmer woven into his mane and is surprised to realize that it belongs to a serpent. Interesting.
But not nearly as hypnotizing as the scales that ripple briefly along his skin, or the curls of smoke that spread around their feet. She has always longed for a bit of her own magic, a bit of lethality betrayed by the cotton candy cloud of her looks, so his little displays tickle her with both delight and jealousy.
His voice sends a crackle of electricity humming through body and she smiles demurely up at him, utterly aware of the rapacious hint of his stare (for it matches her own). Where another might swoon with intimidation at their vast differences in height and build, she stands rigid in her temerity. Perhaps because of her small stature, she has never been known to show fear and quite enjoys the astonished reactions she tends to elicit.
She easily mimics the supple, comfortable posture he adopts and produces a soft chime of laughter when he speaks, pleased that he readily matches her banter.
“That is because she hasn’t, and she wanders because she is looking for adventure.”
A step closer, a sharp inhale of his scent, a stir of the hoof to send the smoke into a dizzy spiral.
“Tell me, what sort of adventure might this Chamber have for her?”
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