Twisted Slough Amazonian

The voice that called to him belonged to a female, and was, therefore, lovely to his ears. The silver-tongued male turned to face his companion, and quickly lowered himself in fealty before the beautiful creature that stood before him. Red again. Oh, how he loved red women!

"Hello, rakeet!" he called, overjoyed in her presence. And she had called to him. Perhaps he could make a friend of this one? "I am glad to see you, but a sister you are not - one cannot admire their sister the way I aim to admire you!"

Dag made no effort to hide his approval of her apperance, but he kept his hopes and fears about her temperment to himself. True, he loved blood as much as milk, but blood had always called him more than gentler, wilting souls. He liked to be challenged, though he rarely challenged in turn. Being raised around strong women had given him a taste for such, and though he did not think it in such complicated terms, he knew that he hoped she would be a lively new friend with which to sing and dance.