she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
His title is Huehuecoyotl, though he claimed others call him Coy or Coyote, neither of which seemed to apply to him. Coyotes were captivating - choreographed motions, a group of canine dancers moving over the earth. They were glass ballerinas, piercing and fragile in the same breath. Spun too hard, the glass limbs may snap though sharp shards could cut deep and leave scars. Maerys did not feel as though this was an accurate description of the sturdy, densely built stallion before her. As her eyes trailed the curves of his body, she knew he was not coy either. Coy meant producing a pretense of modesty or innocence that was designated to be alluring, but there was no shyness before her. Conceivably he intended to be alluring, but it was far from subtle bashfulness.
A pleasure to meet the both of you and be graced by your combined beauty. The compliment fell from his lips smoothly and Vradara tilted her head curiously in response as Maerys simply let the words hit her. Through their bond, the silver-glossed babe knew exactly what Vradara felt and thought. It was a cackle the dragon released through her mind, uninterested in the stallion and his sweet words. The scaled creature could not be won over by a compliment, though Maerys proved to be less iron-clad than her companion, her lips bearing the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that she is enjoying her thoughts, whatever they may be.
When she asks what he is doing, he claims he is simply exploring - which is something Maerys could relate to. He returned her inquiry, curious as to what the girl and the dragon were doing shortly after dawn in the plains. Her eyes move across the scenery, admiring the tall grass that the wind dances through so sweetly. The low murmur of crickets in the blades is soothing to the girl who has spent much of her life among plains just as grand as this one. "I know not," she admits initially before her eyes resettle on the man before her. "Resting." Her lilt is sharply foreign though it is distinctly sweet-sounding. "Aye, the world is deeply hectic - a break is lovely."
A pleasure to meet the both of you and be graced by your combined beauty. The compliment fell from his lips smoothly and Vradara tilted her head curiously in response as Maerys simply let the words hit her. Through their bond, the silver-glossed babe knew exactly what Vradara felt and thought. It was a cackle the dragon released through her mind, uninterested in the stallion and his sweet words. The scaled creature could not be won over by a compliment, though Maerys proved to be less iron-clad than her companion, her lips bearing the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that she is enjoying her thoughts, whatever they may be.
When she asks what he is doing, he claims he is simply exploring - which is something Maerys could relate to. He returned her inquiry, curious as to what the girl and the dragon were doing shortly after dawn in the plains. Her eyes move across the scenery, admiring the tall grass that the wind dances through so sweetly. The low murmur of crickets in the blades is soothing to the girl who has spent much of her life among plains just as grand as this one. "I know not," she admits initially before her eyes resettle on the man before her. "Resting." Her lilt is sharply foreign though it is distinctly sweet-sounding. "Aye, the world is deeply hectic - a break is lovely."
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