I've got no need for open roads;

[Morozko]

morozko and all our footprints in the snow. By now he’s withdrawn slightly, giving her back her space. But the stallion’s eye is caught (as was surely her intent) by the flick of her tail, the slight melodic jingle of the golden coins there, and before he answers her he allows his gaze to make its way back to her face languidly. It travels back over the rose on the curve of her hip, the scatter of gold like stardust on her wings, the necklace around the feminine arch of her neck. Perhaps, in a way, she is dangerous, but the thrill he feels is far from fear. “I’m sure the view from up there is unparalleled.” Still his voice is level as a hand along smooth stone, but there is that faint curve on his lips, that glimmer in his silver eyes as they watch her gold ones. It is clear he’s enjoying their verbal exploration of one another, clearer still his words can be taken more than one way. He’d thought his…assignment in Terrastella would mean the end of the types of relationships he’d enjoyed, on occasion, at the Winter Court. But Morozko was beginning to wonder if this might be one of the rare times where he’d be delighted to be wrong. With some reluctance, he turns his attention away, back to the stillness of the swamp around them. He feels lazy as a cat in the thick heat, but he’s glad he came, gladder still he’d found something far more diverting than the turtle. Though he studies a sudden ripple in the bog some distance away, one black-edged ear remains trained on her, making clear where his attention truly lies. “And have you seen anything of particular interest on your travels…?” He leaves a conspicuous pause after the question, a place where her name ought to go. It is only fair, after all, now that she had his. Otherwise, he’d have to come up with his own things to call her. Not that he isn’t up for the challenge. @Inkheart