Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

I'm sorry my post is short :o

Even when she’s spotted, Thuringwethil’s gait remains smooth as she gets closer. The other stiffens to make herself a little taller and she feels the corner of her lip twitch. She resists the urge to lift her head above her shoulders, allowing a chill down her spine to prevent fluffing up her coat. For a moment, the dark leader allows herself to shed her throne.

Slate eyes rest easily on the other’s face, the gleam of her bright green eyes hold her focus as she settles a few yards away. Thuringwethil’s only greeting a subtle tilt of her nose.