Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

She had not thought to elaborate upon her words, to explain in a way that anyone might be able to understand, for the life she'd grown up in had distributed onto her certain habits. Within her family, all knew of Draco and how she was connected to him, and so there came times in which she forget that not all were aware. That in the land of Teekon, the deity she followed was unheard of, having yet to leave his mark upon the region. And so it'd been left at that while she'd drawn herself nearer to him, nose finding its way to his shoulder in an unconscious search for comfort. He'd moved, however, growling afterwards and then pushing her muzzle away from him. Though she'd allowed for her touch to be stopped, she had not backed away, keeping still as he'd then taken the moment to approach her.

The male's face had moved towards her own, nipping at but only really grazing her cheek. He'd made no stops between that moment and the next, and before she'd the time to fully register what was happening, she'd been locked into place by his forelimbs. He'd wasted no time before beginning, and she made no attempts at getting away from him. It was what Draco had insisted she do, and so surely there was something about the male that had spoken volumes to the dragon. For that alone, she'd let him do as he pleased, enjoying that which came with his actions and what was sure to eventually follow.