Silverlight Terrace (m) Can we always be this close forever and ever?

A chuff sounded distantly, but carried to her for a moment so sharp and clear that she was startled. Ibis lifted her head and peered aroud, ears twitching, looking more like a shy doe than anything. When she saw the shadowed man she was immediately struck by the embrous nature of his gaze. By now, Ibis had enjoyed at least one trist with a stranger - and her mind immediately began to compare this stranger to the last. He was healthy looking for the most part; swarthy and wild, much like the Belharra woman. She departed from the pond's edge in order to close the gap between them - bold, curious, and alert to a physical hunger within herself that he could likely satisfy. She did not speak as she came near, but she did pause and give him a moment to look her over too. It seemed only fair.