She is no longer a girl, wide eyed and gullible. Dragonglass is a woman, curved and soft. The spark that perhaps lived within her is now a fire. The embers burn deep in her breast as hot and hungry as ever. She has developed and grown in the time since they had parted and Dragonglass does not regret this.
The orange flecked eyes look him over as he speaks the small words, her lips are thin slightly in thought. There was a certain change is the grown man. He stands a bit taller, his is a little more rugged. Lobe flick and train to him when he mentions the Tundra. Not long ago did Dragonglass pass through the craggy terrain, speaking with a few of the residents.
"No...no. I have yet to find a home since...the herd." This is a true statement. She had remained nomadic, losing herself in the tangled wilds of Beqanna. Her view moves from the pale man as she admires the scenery of their surroundings, spring in all it's glory as the birds called and sang to one another. A faint smile touches the edges of her lips when her gaze returns to Daey. She is unsure of what to say next and so just falls silent, her delicate neck curling and arching slightly.
Dragonglass