Silver Creek cocoa

The sylph drank in the name and turned it over in her mind, enjoying the subtle hiss produced by the slithering letters and the forked tip of his tongue - he was, perhaps, the snake of the men. It didn't make him any less desirable, with a coat of thunderous monochrome and the sliver of silver lining his cheeks; he was capable, she thought, though her opinion mattered very little amongst the rosings' males. He was dangerous. As delicate as Daivya appeared, her heart fluttered at the sight of someone who could show her more than what she was, and her gaze faltered with his stare.

"Y...You are different, Iliksis. φίδι." She murmered, still conscious enough of her thoughts to dip an ivory chin in politeness. Awareness of the coming silence forcing her mind to rebel against it, she allowed another slip to fall from dark lips: "I can't... quite place it." And that was all - a dash of truth amongst whatever secrets she would not betray to the wind.