She had been kind with her dark eyes and sharp tongue. She had approached what appeared to be a ragged stallion with knotted hair and a low casted gaze. She was a bubbling cauldron that threatened to spill over and the dragon stallion was wary. He felt as if Nayl was watching, wondering, but his wife has long fell silent in the echoes of Nerine. Perhaps it is what pushed him to take comfort in the cool walls of his cave. He already missed the soft patter of cave water dripping from thick scars in it's walls.
He knows she is here for he can taste her scent on the cool air. It was like a dash of cinnamon in coffee, exotic amongst the cold and snow. Lior debates on traveling by foot as he did not care for a show but the ground was hard and the clots of frozen ice were growing on his body. With practiced ease, he grows in size to burst upward in his black dragon form. it was the most natural and it warmed his blood wildly. He is up, up and gone, a black smudge against pristine blue skies. He felt the ripple of scales clicking symmetrically in a rhythm to his heart beat. It felt good to have the freedom to shift and move that he had nearly forgotten that had existed in his foalhood.
Lior clears the land easily till he spies the heart shaped burned lake. It sat gaping like a lost eye with only a socket remaining. He does not shy or shutter but finds a place to make land purchase. Easy enough. The weight of the male slips from the frozen skies. He shutters the mass of his wings and is landbound till catching himself just before with a quick turn so talon and claw sink into the rocky soil. Lior stands magnificently, eyeing the surroundings, looking for threats before shrinks and implodes to that of his black stallion form. He takes time to present himself with untangled hair and unmuddied coat at lest now. "Ciri?" Lior calls outward to her, his mind pushing for her, finding her sensation wherever it may be. Deep inside, Lior is nervous despite his stony exterior. He had left Nerine but he does not know if it is permanent yet. He worries for Nayl, would she seek him now that his presence is gone? He knows he can not stay locked away any longer in the confines of his cave...and perhaps on a whim with a wild mare, he can learn what life is again.
but i can still remember just the way you taste