While it wasn’t warmth that tingled in Wayra it was something else, anticipation? Fear? Neither felt right. She certainly wasn’t afraid of him, but perhaps for him? She couldn’t bring herself to feel that either. She couldn’t bring herself to wrinkle her brow or widen her eyes. His growl, however, was a welcome relief, for it meant he was alive. The sound swept through her, raising goose flesh as it went. The little blue girl met his eyes, and there was a hello in them. A welcome back ice man.
Then he spoke, and that noise was welcome too, it brought forth a wave of something unrecognizable. She watched him, momentarily entranced by the ice crystals that had formed on his tender parts and were slowly shattering off in the face of his movement and warmth. Something akin to a smile flicked across her face, so brief and fleeting that she wasn’t even sure it had been there at all. When she spoke her voice was low and purring, copying the noises he made, making them anew so she could hear them again. She brought forth a purring growl that began low and rumbled up from her belly.
“And how, Kirin,” She paused, drawing out her words until they threatened to snap and shatter.
“Could I please him?” Her eyes didn’t twinkle, but they did glint, like polished onyx or slick ice under a warm sun. She wasn’t sure what game she was playing, but she was playing one. She was a chess piece, they were all chess pieces. First she had been a pawn, unnoticed and unused on the board, then he, the gray god, had picked her up and played her, and now she was something else. Not a queen, not a knight, but something else, perhaps a little more powerful than a pawn. Kirin spoke of his god, and Wayra thought of hers, his eyes, his lair, the lingering bits of ice in her heart and soul.
((OOC: eeep, I love Kirin <3))