Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
My smile changes, widening into an impish grin at the compliment he pays me. I've never been complimented on my name before, and it is a rather novel experience. “You most certainly may be so bold,” I quip brightly, offering him a rather bold wink of my own. “And thank you, my good sir. I suppose I've never given it much consideration.”
The last is said a bit wryly, but then I dismiss the subject as we move on to more important matters.
I have, of course, heard of the various kingdoms about Beqanna. I had been born on Beqanna soil and spent my life wandering its lands, watching it change and grow. Unfortunately that can become rather wearisome, especially when one must always consider where it is they might lay their head at night.
It grows tiring after a while, and I am most definitely ready to call it quits.
So I listen with avid interest to his description of Taiga, triple amber gaze fixed upon him as I picture the majesty of his home in my mind's eye. It sounds incredible. Absolutely perfect. Almost too good to be true. But perhaps it's time something go right in my life, perhaps it's time I find my place, and perhaps this is how I am meant to do it.
My smile has faded a bit, my expression dreamy when I am drawn from my reverie by his question. Blinking my odd eyes, I focus on him once more, taking a moment to allow the question to register. “Oh no,” I exclaim on a soft, breathy laugh. “I was born in Beqanna, but my mum was a bit of a wanderer. I did so for a while, but I've discovered I don't really have a taste for it.”
One corner of my pliable lips quirking, I tilt him a curiously questioning glance before continuing, “So tell me my friend, what brought you to Tephra? Were you born there? Or simply a quirk of fate?”
Giohde