lips dance around your neck.
Is it that the other mare almost walked into them or that Olympia has simply placed them in her path? It is difficult to say, but her honey gold eyes are already eating up every inch of the woman before she has even come to a full stop. Harmonia is watching her sister with a look of knowing in her bright, clear eyes.
“Delightful,” Olympia says, just under her breath, a wickedly sweet smile turning up the corner of her lips. Harmonia directs her attention to the woman with an apologetic smile of her own, “Please, don’t be sorry. My sister was just taking in the sights.” She casts her eyes back toward Olympia, who has not bothered tearing her attention away.
“Yes, everything here is just exquisite,” Olympia says, almost without thought, “Don’t you think so, sister?” She finally turns toward Harmonia, who raises a brow as if to remind her why they are in Terrastella to begin with. But she knows there is no arguing with her sister. “Yes, it is all very lovely.”
Ah, the woman is not as well-groomed as Ia, perhaps. Coat not as tidy, hooves not as manicured; a bit thin and unkempt, but Olympia likes the look of her sea-glass eyes. And once she finds something she likes, she wants it. Harmonia can see that in her now, the way she is appraising the unsuspecting mare. “What is your name, stranger?”
