CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
When she lowers her pale-colored eyes from the sky to find that he is already looking at her, the feeling is enough to steal the breath from her lungs. Her skin grows warm as she resists the urge to avert her gaze, and she suddenly becomes acutely aware of how hard her heart is beating inside her chest. The longer it beats at that quick, electrifying pace, the more the guilt she had previously felt begins to fade. Badden’s handsome face is suddenly harder to recall, and the life she had so desperately been clinging to feels like it’s drifting away.
She almost thinks about letting it go.
She had never once considered that there could be something, or someone, else.
She wonders if tonight she will dream of green eyes on a dark face, and fire opal burning against black.
“Savior,” his name sparks a laugh from her tongue, quiet and warm when breathed into the winter air. Not because she finds it at all amusing, but because she cannot believe the irony – that the first man she has come across that made her forget, even briefly, for the love that had slipped away from her could have such a fitting name. “I guess we will see about that,” but the smile on her lips is still shy despite the almost bold, playful way that she speaks, and she ignores the way her heart skips a beat.
“Tephra,” she circles back to his previous question, suddenly eager to divert the topic from her poor attempt at flirting. “But, I live in Hyaline now.”