Sunbeam Lair forktail

even with his face drained of expression, stigmata seemed somehow pleased by the stranger's demeanor. she was no quivering whelp letting curiosity best her, nor did she carry herself with an arrogance fit only for the irreproachable. his approval of her was in his eyes -- the drab pair of silver-grey dollops set deep in his smoky countenance -- and the dragon's stare was relentlessly ravishing; swallowing her whole and calling her ever nearer. smartly she chose to sit within conversational distance, and though he had thought her brave enough to close the distance between them, he was satisfied enough by her caution and intelligence.

when her scent hit him better, the male lifted his nose and extended it curiously in her direction, taking in what he could of her from their separate seats. he immediately thought it was a shame she had been claimed already -- as he smelled a collection of others tacked on to her natural perfume -- and because he had already been chastised by indra for letting his face reveal too much of his inner thoughts, stigmata made an effort not to appear disappointed. "grezig," he repeated in his low, enveloping voice, tasting her name with a swipe of his tongue over silvered lips. "i am called stigmata."

and if only because she had been the one to first call him to attention, he slipped into silence once more and perked his ears at her in an expectant fashion.