Boartusk Heights Robots need love too

grey formless shapes moved along the arms of the mountains; clouds, their faces down-turned and a heavy steam rising from under them. iliksis traced their travel thoughtfully, masterfully hiding the true object of his attention: niamh.

and so it appeared their meeting would come to an end. the honeywheat female made polite yet pointed conversation, and he could tell from the shift in her body she was preparing to depart well before she spoke of it. "iliksis." he offered, a cant of his muzzle given as if to say well met.

he decided then he would not squander this opportunity -- if and when niamh returned her name and then turned from him, the male would launch upon her -- hoping to use his advantage of surprise and overpower her before she realized his malevolent will.