The Crow did not keep her glass-colored gaze on the brute for very long if she could help it. He was quite unsettling to look at, his gaze an endless void that she did not wish to be drawn into. Instead, she feigned interest in other things around them -- such as the grass plains or the distant bellow of the bison. Freya’s hip twitched in impatience, forcing the mare to shift her weight to something more comfortable since it appeared she was having a conversation much longer than anticipated. She stole glances at the verde patches intermingled with the ebony, thinking that perhaps she might have mistaken them for grey in the moonlight if she had not seen him before. She was also curious about his lack of ears, the only other equine she had ever known with such a look had had them ripped from his skull -- but she was not about to ask something so private to an utter stranger.
He spoke, his words like a serpent’s hiss -- long and smooth, drawn out in places. She had never been much of a snake charmer. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, letting her steps draw her closer still until she could have touched him if she wished it. He breath was a cloud of smoke as the night seemed to be taking a chillier turn, winter calling to the land in a whisper that would soon become a scream. Her gaze cut back to the depthless black eyes of the stallion as he uttered out something that sounded dangerously close to a threat, a feigned look of confusion settling in on her features.
Freya was no actress, but years of pretending to be attracted to men that she would have rather chewed their faces had perfected her techniques. Her ears tipped forward, the dark points caught in interest of what he had said. And what did this one know of the Crows? Freya had been part of the Crows for three years, and knew that he was not among their number. She raised an eyebrow in interest, the rag-tag group of orphans no secret among Denocte’s population but their identities were carefully guarded. Her eyes glittered with interest, as she brushed back a thick wisp of hair from her face. ”A crow you say?” She said smoothly, her voice like a fine silk.
Her laughter was quiet, if only not to draw the attention of anything else in proximity -- but it was colored with disbelief. ”Well that would certainly be interesting, wouldn’t it?” She bore him a smile. ”And why do you think I’m one of them? I’ve heard they’re all children and while a lady never tells her age, I’m far from the age of a youth...don’t you think?”
She took a calculated risk then, throwing her nose forward with the intention to catch his chin like someone pushing away a friend.
@Lothaire
He spoke, his words like a serpent’s hiss -- long and smooth, drawn out in places. She had never been much of a snake charmer. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, letting her steps draw her closer still until she could have touched him if she wished it. He breath was a cloud of smoke as the night seemed to be taking a chillier turn, winter calling to the land in a whisper that would soon become a scream. Her gaze cut back to the depthless black eyes of the stallion as he uttered out something that sounded dangerously close to a threat, a feigned look of confusion settling in on her features.
Freya was no actress, but years of pretending to be attracted to men that she would have rather chewed their faces had perfected her techniques. Her ears tipped forward, the dark points caught in interest of what he had said. And what did this one know of the Crows? Freya had been part of the Crows for three years, and knew that he was not among their number. She raised an eyebrow in interest, the rag-tag group of orphans no secret among Denocte’s population but their identities were carefully guarded. Her eyes glittered with interest, as she brushed back a thick wisp of hair from her face. ”A crow you say?” She said smoothly, her voice like a fine silk.
Her laughter was quiet, if only not to draw the attention of anything else in proximity -- but it was colored with disbelief. ”Well that would certainly be interesting, wouldn’t it?” She bore him a smile. ”And why do you think I’m one of them? I’ve heard they’re all children and while a lady never tells her age, I’m far from the age of a youth...don’t you think?”
She took a calculated risk then, throwing her nose forward with the intention to catch his chin like someone pushing away a friend.
