Northstar Vale Its the sunrise

For a heavy second, the silence lingers between them. Liri can feel his eyes roving over her as her own had done to his broad form, though her own head turns away to regard the lightening glade below. 

The sylph knows a moment of abashed embarrassment - thinking she must have disturbed Sorin's peaceful solitude - but buries it beneath a thin layer of confidence. 

No more weakness. 

Her gaze lifted, seeking his own though it was not a hostile gesture as some might interpret it. The woodland optics were open, soft as they took in the golden flecks of sunlight dappling the nightsky backdrop of Sorin's coat. Perhaps they could hurt each other, if they weren't careful, but Liri could feel only a content warmth flickering in her chest in his presence. 

"Good morning, " comes her answer after a moment, collected once more - the glimpse of something more hidden again in the dark depths of her gaze as it slid away. 

"I would, " she says simply, snowy plume swinging gently at her hocks as she rises to her paws. A small smile, polite but hinting at eagerness, graced her features as the tundrian inclined her pale dome  - gesturing for the male to take to the lead.