Luneshale Pass You say you're the king

ximena does not yield beneath the shadow dyone casts over her. instead, she smiles—slow and knowing, as though she has already mapped the course of their meeting in her mind. there is no fear in her golden gaze, only amusement, a glimmer of something playful yet unreadable.  

ah, but isn’t confidence part of the game? she purrs, stepping just close enough that the space between them hums with unspoken challenge. you say it’s dangerous, yet here you stand, indulging me all the same. maybe you like the risk.

her head tilts, studying dyone with the appreciation one might reserve for a fine piece of art. a chuckle leaves her throat, soft and lilting. ximena, she offers at last, but only after letting the silence stretch just long enough to be deliberate. and if names are the currency we are trading, dyone, tell me— she leans in, voice a warm whisper at the other’s ear— what else do you have to offer?