when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
She purses her lips, the movement causing a flicker of electric blue to flash across the otherwise pale gold of her mouth, thoughtful and pensive. Her eyes remain sharp and focused, clicking over his face with each change in his expression, from the soft hum of amusement in his throat to the way his voice challenges her earlier statement despite only responding in a short breath of three words. Dayé’s ears turn backwards passively - not in dismissiveness, but in a way that perhaps a sound nearby has suddenly captured her attention - but it only lasts for a moment as one ear turns to face him again, as the soft edges of her own face turn to match the same amused expression he currently wears.
Comes again the drawn-out silence, tense yet welcomed by both strangers, a soft flick of her ivory tail against the gentle shimmering blue of her honey-gold haunch.
“You do not agree, Hurricane?” she replies casually, taking a step towards him with a mischievous smile that now pulls at the gold-flashing-blue of her mouth. There is something about him that draws her in, though the wolf-girl cannot place or name it. Either way, she finds herself moving closer to him, curious in the way her nutmeg eyes rove across the hardened planes of his face, searching for a break in the edges that would give her more insight to the inner dialogue of his mind.
She pauses just before him, now only a few feet between their interlocking stares, tilting her head slightly. “Would you think me just a mere woman, then?” There is no offense in her voice but instead a trill of mirth, especially as one corner of her mouth tightens into a thoughtful smirk. Woman? Pah. She is barely of age, but somehow being in his presence emboldens her, making her feel as if she has lived a thousand lifetimes over.
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.