11-13-2015, 08:05 AM
Arabian mixture was her genetic make up. This allows the ballerina girl to pirouette easily away as the pulse of the equines intensifies. Lobes flicker back as she notices how casually they caress and and converse. Had mares really allowed themselves to toyed with so easily or were it they who did the toying? Dragonglass preferred to not answer this question but instead turned to meet the gaze of two red gems that nestled under thick white lashes.
Ears detach to flicker forward as they meet the low baritone of the male. There was a quickening in her breast as she listens to his voice. Her own dark eyes watching him with sincere interest. The girl admitted to herself that it was nice to have company.
She watches and notices his body. Intuition tells her that he is being sincere so Dragonglass stays to meet his questions with answers instead of dancing away among the bodies that seemed to engulf the two where they stood...like the rise of the tide of the ocean. There were now seafoam.
"Please call me Dragonglass" A small smile touches the ebony woman's lips as she hesitates a moment to allow her eyes to shift over the field before returning the pink ones of the pale boy "And not particularly. Too many people and too small of a space. The field just swallows you up." Dragonglass gives her skin a shake to disrupt the new batch of insects that had decided settle upon her and shifts her weight. " It's nice to meet you Daey."
Her own soprano vocals meet his inquires. Yes, many others moved around them with fanciful colors and interesting appendages but Daey holds her attention. The two stood like yin and yang. A balance in the world of chaos and color.
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