Moonspear lawmother

to his pleasure, chakliux discovered the woman there among the sweetness of autumn fruit. 
her lips were fragrant with it, her breath a study in raspberries. the seal hunter inched closer, nipping at the nearest for himself. it dripped like blood upon his chin.
swipe of tongue faded the bright color to an easier rose. "i have not seen you before."
the berrybright eyes, frank. appraising. appreciative, lips curved in a snow-white grin. "this means you are new. we cannot be strangers."
her eyes, so close, were both silver and gilt, moon and sun mingled in soft eclipse.