Neverwinter Forest Balenciaga

When he caught on to the game and began to play along with more fervour, Tuya stopped in her tracks and turned to regard him plainly. He was a good story-teller, she decided. Even when the story veered in to the dramatic - with acting! - she was finding herself further charmed; she back-tracked as he fell in to the snow and couldn't help but laugh as he Scarlet O'hara'd all over the ground. The knight was a nice touch, —she has to come back to her pretty princess, deposit the meat at the princess' feet, and wake her from her cursed slumber with a kiss.

Tuya was still very amused. The mention of a kiss didn't deter her either - she might have been playing around with him before, but she took the evolution of the story as a jab at her, a jest, and knew he wouldn't be prepared if she swept in nice and quick - as she did just now - to plant a sloppy little kiss to his cheek. It meant nothing, she told herself afterwards. A part of the game.

The girl did it for his reaction. Whatever that reaction was, Tuya grinned and pivoted, and was jaunting through the snow again as if nothing had happened at all. Onward, princess! Show me this dragon!