The Sentinels fallen trees and dwelling dreams

He bore a dazzling coat of ivory - not disimilar in appearance to Vonn, the snow prince - with toes of gold, dim grey pooling around eyes of a night sky; decently pleasant to her melting gaze, though his sapphire orbs were what the vixen appreciated most of all. Her lips tipped into a tempting smile, but before they could part to allow another sound to escape her throat, another man strolled through the fog toward them.

Oh, her lucky day.

"Hey~" came the silky words, daffodil eyes tracing over the newcomer's physique. His colours were certainly a cause for praise, and quietly she hummed in thought; barely registering the foreign greeting from the stranger's tongue until the ivorian's response - to which she struggled to keep from snorting in amusement. "You not from here, hun? What does that mean?"