Raven's Watch Shinåb

It was not laughter that burst from his lips, but his eyes were shining with a gentle regard, enough to rouse her legs with optimism. A small, hesitant smile curls her lips. She takes a few quick paces back, testing the air for his solo scent before deciding it is safe enough to move for the water. Ayovi does so gingerly, casting glances back to the gilded man as ice collects over her legs. He looks young, perhaps a fellow dispersal on the search for home.
“Sorry— if I’ve startled you.” The river stings but she bears it’s coolness, dipping maw to take a sip  from the streaming surface, sapphirine eyes moving cautiously up to the stranger’s molten gaze.