Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

she responded naught to the first observation save for a blink of her eyes. so removed from what had instilled and forced that submission into her in the first place, it is hard to rein in her voice. he curls around her then, something twitches and calls out warning in her chest. it is ignored.

she says nothing for a time, but her ears rise to half mast and her plume relaxes at her rear. "I am glad." she is, truly, and sharp cut gaze settles on his own for a moment, two. it drifts away. she does not fear the sun but it will still burn her. and then she is bold. muzzle shifts a fraction. close but not touching, and her gaze asks permission. as if she seeks to touch a dusty relic behind glass; she is reverent.