-Raeg'n-
Do you even breathe anymore?
Her voice rang out hard and boldly toward him, blunt as always, the thrumming toll of Heaven's bell.
She studied him skeptically, bright amber eyes peering warily from the dark color of a night sky. Sunlight sparkled across her celestial color like glitter, the twinkle of stars deeply embedded in each navy blue hair. She was young yet, just barely of breeding age though the idea never crossed her mind. Too focused, too full of her life's purpose. He was nearby, her purpose, her ward. She could sense him beyond her, playing as boys should. He was never far from her senses, even as she stared at this strange sight of a man frozen and staring at the sun as though he saw nothing at all.
Satisfied he would not move for a moment, her eyes flit across to her boy, Ruan, and back again. Not her child, she was too young; not her brother, they were too different. The colt was growing stronger, a silver star to her night sky, and would soon train for sparring with her. She needed an opponent to keep her sharp, and he needed to learn to protect himself in case she were to ever fall. In case Death ever came for him again and she could not be there to step in this time. And he would come again, Death. He was not yet done with the boy, and she would remain in his life until she knew he was safe.
The man before her was a more natural sort of blue, an almost black as it faded away at his middle similar to the grullo of little Ruan's coat. He was large, too. Huge and muscular, and were he black she'd might have a shiver of fear tingle down her spine from a dark memory. Or two. But she didn't. Instead, she stared at him openly, studying the strength of him as though he knew how to forge himself into a weapon at a moment's notice. A little smile tightened the corner of her mouth, and molten gold eyes rose to meet his.
Know how to dance, then, do you? She asked vaguely with an eager gleam in her eyes, and a wicked tilt to her lips. A warrior would know what she meant, would take in her slender but toned figure and recognize at once that she was built and trained to fight, to protect. She shifted casually, her stance sliding subtly into a very different message. A challenge. Ready and waiting.