Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

A single flower, vermilion in hue, stood proudly among the verdant grass. Paarthurnax eyed it curiously, wondering what species it might be, and tenderly brushed the tip of her nose against its velvet petals.

Shadow strode forward to join her, and she flicked her cinnamon gaze briefly in his direction before she venture forth one more, eager to see more of what might be hiding in their little walled clearing. A frog hopped from a tuft of grass where the stalks stood longer than most, and Paar followed it with her gaze as it hopped across the earth to seek safety elsewhere. She imagined she'd spend a lot of time tucked away there to be with her thoughts, or to have a grand view of the wonderful night sky.

When her beau spoke, she at once recognised a slight difference to his voice. Pausing mid-stride, the lovely Frostfur blinked over a slim shoulder and directly at Shadow. She canted her head slightly, "you are sometimes a mystery to me," she said gently, though her voice was trained by uncertainty. Paarthurnax had always had a faint accent herself, adopted from her friends and family at Samarkand while growing up, and although she was careful with her story, she was not ashamed of who she was or where she came from.