Blacktail Deer Plateau Don't let the sun outshine you

The snake's lissom body thrashed with (understandable) anger, but Goldhawk was not tempted to bite down on its head. A warrior he was, but he'd never had any intention of killing the creature, and nor could he see any merit in hurting it at all. Yes it had been after the magnificent young thing wandering among the trees, but it had not harmed a single strand of fur on her coat. She had been wandering perilously close to it, and so, it seemed, the reptile had sought to lash out in defence. Well, it could go lash at the river now.

Goldhawk obeyed that lovely voice without a single hesitation, and when they reached the river he lowered the snake onto the steep riverbank so that it couldn't immediately turn and bite him. When he let go, he withdrew his golden muzzle swiftly, but he'd had no need to — it seemed the snake had had quite enough of this adventure, and proceeded to slither away from them. Only once he was sure the lady was safe, he turned to regard her — and his heart leapt a thousand miles as he saw that her eyes were a deep, molten, earthly breath-taking gold.

A gentleman did not stare, and so he stood up tall and gazed upon her in a manner that was admiring but did not seek to bathe her in blinding spotlights. Graceful of visage and gracious of heart? Gosh — sweet maiden, you truly are a wonder among wonders, he observed with profundity.