Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
His initial reply is soft and friendly, like her chuckle. And here you think Inkheart was devoid of friendliness and warmth? It's alright, it's a common misconception. He compliments the melted rose marking that decorates her flank. Despite the obvious display, she has found that it is rarely commented on. Her dark neck arches just a little more, mirroring his motion, showing subtle signs of pleasure at the compliment. He doesn't move as she walks around him, and a tingle moves through her skin like a small ripple, giving her chills. It's a submissive gesture and she's getting a thrill from the momentary high.
The grey stallion answers her question without any hesitation, but honestly and plainly. Morozko of the Dusk Court. His muzzle moves toward her feathered appendage and she hesitates, stiffening as he nears her. He doesn't make contact, but lingers long enough to inhale her smell. She wonders if he smells her strong feminine scent along with the Solterra sands.
She lifts her head and gazes at this Morozko. "I enjoy traveling." Proselytizing. Scouting. Learning. "And with the benefit of wings, traveling takes a lot less time than by hoof." A unreadable glimmer lights her eyes. A flick of her long, thick tail indicates a certain.. playfulness.
