she's the bright hot sun in the cold night
she's the cold black darkness in the starlight
She instantly regretted engaging with the boy, finding his youthful enthusiasm overbearing. Still, she was not one to tuck tail and run and so she held her ground, regal head tilted to the side so that she could watch him with her red eye, focusing it on him. At all of his questions, she just gave an elegant shrug, the motion one you would usually find from someone much older and much more experienced, and then an exasperated sigh, as if rubbing her temples. Honestly, couldn’t he just be glad for the information?
“You told me who you are,” she said in her icy tone. “It is clear you are lost. I know you live in Tephra because I also live there, and my name is Lynx.” At his last question, her smile grew a little wider and a little brighter, although the edges were just as cold as before. “And yes. I am a spy. All of that was a lie.”
Rolling her eyes, she took a step forward, delicate hooves sinking into the crunch of the summer grass, the edges of it burnt from the heat. She leaned down to nibble at it for a moment before making a face and lifting her head again. It really was disgusting. “I have no idea why anyone would spy on you either, Fox, although I suppose it does not hurt you from thinking it.” She pressed her lips together. “You really are a very fanciful boy.” As if they were not the exact same age and he even edging her out in height.
For a moment, she considered asking him a question—asking why he was so happy, why he had bothered to come all the way out here at all—but she swallowed them as quickly as she thought of them. She didn’t want to give him the false impression that she was interested in being friends with him.
Her? A friend? Could you imagine?
She snickered at the idea but otherwise remained quiet.
