i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
As misplaced as that trust undoubtedly is, Reave is rather pleased to have it. A dubious honor, at best, especially considering his penchant for flirting far too freely with the lines of propriety. In the wake of her question, Reave pauses to consider her quietly, eyeing the gleaming gold that had returned the moment she stepped from the clinging shadows.
In the midst of the silence, the large raptor that had been circling overhead, so distantly he would have been little more than a speck on the horizon, drops from the sky above to land heavily on a wide, low branch. The brittle branches knock together, breaking the silence. Reave’s gaze however, does not move from the gilded girl before him. “Then you haven't tried water?”
He speaks as though they had not just been interrupted by the predatory bird, grin edging back on to his lips. His earlier stillness is broken as he shifts restlessly until he is a few paces away, gaze breaking from her to peer speculatively into the distance. His gaze goes blank and flat for a moment before just as quickly lighting with a spark of gleeful intent.
Twisting his head around to peer at her invitingly, he asks, “There’s something not far from here.” His jewel-bright eyes darken with the possibilities swirling around them even as a smirk teases his lips. “Care to go?”
reave
@[Israfel]