Sunbeam Lair singulus

Affable, she agreed, her tone lightly teasing as he humored her. 

His eyes upon her again, piercing, and she found her own warm gaze looking back to him, wishing she could decipher the thoughts of such a stoical beast. 

When he asked if he could call upon her, she wore her surprise much like the heart she let on her sleeve—hiding her emotions and thoughts had never been a forte of hers. Of course, she agreed, though the wisp of amusement once more flitted across her pale features. But only if you can tell me which of those gifts to your Matrona is not to be eaten. She paused. I don’t want to be responsible for possibly poisoning the Imperator.