Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

He rebounded a few feet and began to inspect the patches that had drawn her eye, or her nose. Not because he doubted her searching, but because he was trying to discern what it was that drew her attention in the first place - a silent desire to learn. There was no prey here to occupy him now that the birds had fled, and he was not one to fill the void with idle conversation, so Revui trailed along and nosed through the green, flipping clods of dirt with his nose until he grew bored of this as well.

With a chuff he slid alongside where the woman stood. Not one for physical intimacy - except in the guise of combat - as he brushed too close to her he seemed to startle and withdraw. The flesh of his haunch twitched in the manner of a well-run thoroughbred after a race; he appeared antsy, distracted by the surroundings, but in truth was focusing on his protective role a bit too strongly in order to alleviate the warmth that flushed through his system after the brief mingling of their proximity.