Silver Creek To build a home

the snake was almost floored when she seemed to comply with his invitation. his pale sights followed her movements as she stepped into the frigid waters and passed without a single splash to the other side. all the while, he wondered if she was truly there or if he had imagined himself a stunning woman. it wasn't the first time he'd thought about the ideal lady, and he had been certain that it wouldn't be the last... at least, before he'd met the darker creature standing before him.

harrison smiled so that his lips curled upward and the edges of his eyes crinkled. the end of his tail wavered between his hocks. she had agreed that his side of the creek was to be preferred, and already he found that he liked her presence far more than most of the women they had gathered up along the way. still, when she mentioned that she thought it was lovelier on his side, he could not help but to wink a single eye at her and respond with, “well, it certainly is now.”

drawing his crown upward and extending his chest some, harrison did what he could to make himself appealing to her. it wasn't difficult to get the man to strut about like a peacock on any other day; he had made a habit of it since he had been a young boy. still young, but the charmer had learned many more lessons in his time. there were simply things that worked when speaking to someone of the opposite sex.

“say, you don't live near here, do you?” the pale snake inquired with a canting of his skull. there was a hopefulness to his voice. it seemed as though he was wanting her to tell him 'no,' that she was searching for a home and he had happened upon her at precisely the right time. in an ideal world, he imagined that's how it would go. instead, he waited to see what she might provide as her answer.