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
And just like that a simple insult, a simple rebuttal, a plain chat turns into a flirtatious interlude between two strangers. Or - once strangers. His words could (attempt) to melt her heart like the melted gold rose upon her leg. His gaze wanders over her almost lasciviously, and her chills continue. Not that she hasn't been eyed that way before but.. she's enjoying it. Her lashes flutter as she responds to his compliment. "Quite." She admits to him, her vocals rich and lush. "But there are other views that may come close..." The dark mare trails off, her meaning quite pointed and clear as she focuses her eyes on his trimmed, sculpted head.
She can't answer why she's flirting with him. There's nothing logical about it. It's just happening. He's obviously not a worshipper of Solis, and he's not a member of Solterra. She doesn't sense anything evil about him that might make her think him a devil worshipper. Perhaps she's just curious about his look, his intrigue at the world around him that is unfamiliar. There isn't a good explanation and, if she stopped to think about it, it would bother her. But it is easier to stay in the moment, to see where it carries her, them.
Anything interesting on her travels...? "Inkheart." She speaks her name almost with a purr. She takes a step, moving closer but not enough to touch. Just enough to increase the tension. "I have seen the tallest peak in Novus, and the cliffs by the sea. Not all walks of life, but a few. Yours is different, too. I'd be interested in learning... more." A feathered wing reaches out to stroke along his spine if he lets her, caressing his hide the way she hopes her last word caresses his mind.
