Honeyed Pasture nightking

CUZ THEYRE *tony the tiger voice* GRRREAT*

her lashes swept down, veiling her pretty, direct gaze for a moment. lionel hadn't forgotten about the silken temptress of night, per se; it was just that when piper fell into step beside him, her scent enveloped him. she smelled like soft green places, cut with a hint of brackish wind that floated toward them from the expanse.
"i mean, pretty much," the mayfair rejoined. "traveled most of it, raised by it, born next to it, and dropped into it when i was barely older than a fetus. dad wanted to make sure we were badass." he laughed, waited for her to laugh, but regardless of whether or not she would grace him with her giggle, lionel deadpanned in the next second. "not kidding."