He is unprepared for the brightness of her eyes when they settle on him. They are molten gold and piercing where his are the darkness between stars, and he is almost glad for an excuse to look away as he waits for her to finish chewing.
That’s good to know,” he answers with a smile, and follows the tilt of her muzzle with his gaze. I may have to spread the word when I return to the citadel.” Florentine, surely, would want to go berry-picking; the thought of her bright gold among the brambles is enough to summon his smile.
At her offer the bay’s gaze shifts back to her, the smile lingering. Mentally he tries to place her among all the new faces of Dusk, but he comes up empty. And surely he would remember such a girl, with her skin like smoke and her sun-bright eyes.
No thank you, though I appreciate the offer.” He can imagine his companion’s response to turning down food – the seagull would clack her beak at him, and accept the offer on his behalf. But for the moment, she still soared far above, welcoming the dawn.
“Are you passing through Terrastella? I’ve been busy of late, but I at least try to recognize our citizens.” The Regent’s smile turns apologetic, and he wonders whether he should be questing so much for information –
but these were strange times in Novus, with the gods stirring to life, and it was best to be both cautious and kind.
@Felwood
if you'll be my star*
