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As his ears swiveled towards her, Asteria seemed to relax from her upright position ever so slightly. It was true, she could best him in a fight by sheer size alone, but she was not raised for quarrells.

She stiffened as the peculiar - yet prepossessing - male nimbly dropped to the ground. His tail was raised behind him, his forelegs stretched out before him. Her body's instant reaction was to mimic - to imitate his exact movements. In a single maneuver she was down - the bottom of her maw nearly grazing the algid snow. The rest of her lithe form was angled up towards the ashen ether - her plume fanning out behind her.

The fae let out a dulcet chuff to him - a universal invitation.