Claudia comes out of her dappled shadows and into the warm yellow sunlight. Her mane pinned neatly against her finely craned, muscular neck and her heterochromatic eyes flit over him. When his eyes return to hers, ‘fine lady’, he says, and her toothy grin lifts on one side.
Oh my, flattery is always welcome.
She blinks those big hungry eyes, scales replacing her glossy fur like dripping armor. Iridescence glows at their edges, prisms catching them like they’re made of delicate glass. When she speaks, her bright white and very sharp teeth reveal themselves with each dripping word. “What a gentleman.” she purrs, flitting both ears forward and leaning toward him, giving his air a sniff; he smells of nothing too shocking, how dull.
And yet. YET. Something was quite magnetic about looking at him. It was certainly worth wasting a little time in the fruit trees with idle chat, at the very least, and at best…maybe he will prove to be an adventure of any kind.
“And where are you from? Such a man of distinguished tastes in weather and women is bound to have something interesting about him ̶ aside from his looks.” she grins, looking away to the sun reaching across the rolling grasses between them and the horizon.
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