Gyrfalcon's Keep sweet as honey

ghost.

she gave a click of her tongue, a curl of sinister lips. she thought his name befitting for his appearance, and let a porcelain tail sway with pleasure at his obedience of her demand.

chin tipped upwards in contemplation, a low hum rumbling from her chest.

"you will find me here after the last snow melts and the days turn warm."

a teasing step forward, a dance of schemes.

"you will have what you thirst for then," she declared with bold assumption of his desires.