Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

the grey female would not miss a beat making her departure as the alabaster male made his presence the immediate priority. she was surprised, but clearly there was heat between the two. she must have been a poor partner. displeased him in some way. 

 his smile was almost sinister and it made her skin crawl happily. a man that did not regard what others thought or said was a good man. he exuded confidence! magdalane's tail shifted side to side in elation, "oui," she croons with delight and she attempts to move closer to him--to close such arbitrary distance! 

 "i apologize for her curtness, monsieur," she shakes her head in mild embarassment. how could a female be so disrespectful? "i am magdalene,"a prompt to find out who he is, but a man is not to be questioned. her lavish frame draws to a stop much closer to him. the lad's eyes are positively captivating and she finds herself lost in them, lost in him.