Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

Her icy demeanor was a departure from his more common fare, but he was no stranger to such. Nyx had long stonewalled him in the previous weeks, from biting curt lines to silent replies that wrote paragraphs all on their own. Severe looks were just as standard, and it was that sort that emboldened him, for they were far more interesting subjects than fawning ladies or spurned young men. Not that either of the latter weren't interesting—there was simply a time and a place.

But she, well... she certainly wore the wilderness well. His gaze lingered on her at length, wandering and imperceptibly tracing over the way the wind curled her ivory coat. He did these things unabashed; if she sought to make this her stage then he would be her audience. If no such thing had been the case she would have been hidden and tucked away, her concealment top of the line to leave him unaware. He offered her a toothy smile as she commented on their surroundings, feeling it turn knavish with charm. How entertaining they echoed his consideration only moments ago.

"And what is it that a woman of your import hope to snare?"

Plenty, he concluded privately.

of course! i'd be delighted to have her along for sure. i think she would mesh well with dirge et al! he certainly likes the headstrong sort.