Golden Glade Dance

agreed!

well, she sure was pretty to look at. while it may have been piggish and assuming of him, the pale charmer did not refrain from trailing his gaze along her frame. the dusting of russet along her crown and nape was especially appealing against the pale cloak of her underside. even the blood orange of her gaze was enough to draw him closer to her, only to inspect further – if she would allow him.

harrison remained pleasantly aloof in his closing of the distance between them. he sauntered with the greatest of care, making sure that he did not seem overbearing or intrusive. a crooked smirk adorned his dark lips, curling his features up ever so slightly along the right side of his face. the end of his tail wavered between his hocks until he was close enough that he could scent the foreign terrain that she carried on her frame. there was no prominent aroma of others, so his mental assumption was that she was on her own.

“how are you doing on this fine winter day?” the snake inquired with a spreading grin that revealed a pointed canine from beneath his lip.