07-22-2015, 10:43 AM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die
A small smile graces her rather wild countenance at his answer. The sun is shining and the birds are about. The Falls are recovering, better than they were before, and Tyrna believes she feels the stirrings of love. Though it was against her grain to admit that she could fall prey to such base emotions, they were there. Hidden deep in her heart where even the wolf wouldn't find them. She kept them safe like a bird trapped in her chest waiting for the right time to fly. Everything about their relationship was at odds. She was wild, fierce like the creature sharing her skin, and he was so beautifully delicate. Opposites but perfect in their own way. She grins at him, the wolf receding in the face of her pack like acceptance of the glass boy. The wolf would always be on the lookout, waiting , tempting her to see just how fragile he really was. Though the wild girl was certain that as long as she held the spark of affection for the boy with paper wings she would be able to stave off the wolf's attempts to make him prey. "What if I wanted you to stay here with me forever?" She teases quirking a metaphorical eyebrow at him. "Do you not have family you would rather return to?" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |