Larksong Grotto illuminate

"speak"

she starts from wondrous marvels at the deep command to spin the breeze tickling at ears that fluttered forth to catch what coudn't possibly be true. had she fallen to the greedy clutch of insanity without having even realised it herself? was that how such a thing worked? yet the truth was a tenacious thing and as willowy limbs pushed her to a stand, she was acutely aware that this creature of mythos adornment had in fact spoken the common tongue. utterly discombobulated, she holds only onto the sense to remain vigilant as wary eyes follow the hooved falls of an unyielding march.

and yet she is at the mercy of wicked curiosity, rooted to the spot by need to goggle at his regal beauty. never had she met someone who was both not a wolf and yet could communicate with them in the same tongue, was it the same for all of his kind? or had he somehow learned the ways in which they spoke, did that mean she too could learn how to communicate with the other various fauna that roamed the vast world? but perhaps...no, it would be a foolish yearn. why would a wolf, after all, wish to interact with what it would inevitably have to slaughter?

yet the lustre in wide eyes did not falter as she breathed with lame honesty "i am sorry you...you are very beautiful..sir" she could admit without a scrap of shame that this creature before her deserved to be utterly venerated and yet..guilt snags on such a thread of thought. just because his beauty snarls forth with brazen determination did not mean he deserved more than the subdued allure of dainty deer and swooping birds but...the idea of a wolf trying to tear at him with tainted fangs made her stomach twist in ways she could not even begin to decipher.