Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

Sùilean teine. A shiver runs down her back. It is so strange, the way he vocalizes. Words sound pulled and stretched the way he speaks them. She will not guess at their meaning. They are far more intimate than they should have felt.

A ripple runs over his mouth. He frees a smile, and her own lips curve by effect. When was the last time someone had joked with her?

Eset does not answer him right away. She watches for a moment, eyes holding on some inner debate. He looks drawn, the scars over his snout deep. But even at this distance, he has a face made to be looked at. Finespun. She has a feeling he is wild, that if she steps closer she will be pulled into his uncertain tides. She decides he is dangerous.

“And do I pose a threat, Maahes?” She counters. She knows she is giving him a daring look. Her own words sound like contraband in her ears. But she liked it. In this strange place she wanted to pretend she was a copper witch, with no past at all.