Thank you so much! I try to make up titles that'll get me in the writing mood, yeah? Congrats on CWOTW by the way - I just saw that :)
Between the inferior brevity of time and space that flowed between the golden pleb's auditory reception of the approaching female and that of his emerald gaze tearing away from the weeds below, two thoughts manifested themselves:
You idiot, you've been caught talking to the sun and weeds and now your mental state has become a mutual cognizance
and
I'm so hungry she literally smells like a duck.
The latter of these two became the more prominent concern. He scanned the female once over before, despite the gnawing urge to resist, he let his gaze rest upon the limp (juicy) waterfowl hanging from her jaws. Instinct once taught him to remain impassive - always unnegotiable in regards to body language. It was best, after all, to let situations make their own mistakes. This time, however, his stomach held dominion.
Mouth watering, Embry offered the girl a weary grin.
"You know what, little lass?" He straightened his stance, liberating the strand now flattened by the weight of his grande paw. There was irony in the following statement, considering that he had only just returned from an encounter quite parallel in happenstance. "I'd say the weeds and I are one and the same." He glanced at the squashed patch with an almost paternal warmth.
"I don't know what you want to call the grass over here, but my name's Embry. Glad to have you join our little Sunday brunch."
thank you! Same with Ceara :)
Embry cocked an eyebrow at her paralleled tone. He had to admit - the fae could certainly keep pace. Good. He though with an inward grin. Iron for iron, as they say.
The male considered the few sparse occasions such as these to be not unlike trading cards in value; a system of exchange for clever phrases gleaned from true, unexpurgated raillery.
"Indeed, the menu isn't diverse as of yet." He nodded despondently at the fibrous grass. "Lest you count this rabbitfood, here."
He watched her move the duck out of view and only just realized the hunger ebbing through his sea-green orbs. Normally, he was able to tame his composition with more acuity. In the small gap of silence, however, following her mention of the tree sap, Embry found himself praying that his stomach would cease from disturbing the hush.
"Ceara." He rolled the word curiously across his tongue, struggling to focus on anything more than the thought of tasting the bodacious duck now concealed from his prying orbs. Of course he couldn't blame her for retaining the kill. If anything, he would have already made a fast meal of the damned beautiful fare. Now, though, he stood a forlorn spectator: probing timidly at the chance for even a morsel of the share.
Grrrrr...rrrrr...rrr...
"Er..." Now it was just emberrassing. His stomach grumbled like an approaching storm; speaking more on his behalf than he could muster. "Any chance you could strike up a deal with this weed? The salad bar hasn't exactly been filling as of late. I'd do anything for some right proper protein."