Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

"oh, oh? why is your throat silver?" the witch teases in response, her delicate peals of laughter echoing throughout the quarry. his question isn't rude but so strikingly banal and so rough around the edges, and the starlet can't help but feel almost endeared by it, her pointed maw split into a toothy grin half-submerged by crystalline water. under the water completely her slim form slips, but for a moment only as she darts forward fish-like, re-emerging at the shallows grin intact. the coy is closer now, but still at-distance, able to slip back into the water if needed. she trills: "no, i ain't gotta clue, i was just born with 'em."

it'd be easy enough to leave it at that, but the white-maned boy has caught her attention now, a welcome distraction from her aching solitude. carelessly the girl lounges in the shallows, those funny pink eyes watching him brightly. "y'got a name, silver-lion boy?" she asks, her grin replaced with a more easy going smile, still sitting crooked on flame-licked lips, "mine's witchbaby."