I'm your Queen, you're my Ruler.
Her gaze meets his and as she watches him approach she tilts her head a little to the side. Just like herself he had made himself comfortable in the water, through which he now wades. The bay and faint orangey white girl cannot help but to let her eyes wander across his skin. He is marred with multiple scars that stand out against his still colored coat (as other places make her suspect that his coat would gray out sooner or later).
A smile pulls up the corners of Esileif’s lips as his words – or compliment as she takes it – reach her ears. Like the little princess she is those words flatter her, yet at the same time she takes them for granted. After all, he only spoke the truth, right? The young girl nods her head as he introduces himself, but she does not lower her head to her senior as she replies. ”Esileif.” Her curved neck is stretched as she steps forward, reaching out in his direction, to take a sniff of his scent as she offers her breath to properly greet him.
Esileif cannot take her eyes away from him. It aren’t just the scars, but his eyes too. Both blue, but also one black and one white. Loki’s eyes are strange and unlike hers, as she is just odd eyed. She can feel a sense of danger, but at the same time his mysterious appearance is alluring. ”I’m quite a summer lover, I’d say.” Her words are meant as an indirect reply to his first greeting and as she flicks her tail to scare some flies she waits for his reply. Her eyes never leaving those strange eyes of his.