Accept the fires from which I came ;;

It was not long before she was found, but she knew it wouldn’t be. She heard the rustle of the grasses as their long stems were disturbed by Dangereuse’s wandering limbs. Her dark eyes settled on his body as he approached her slowly, the sharp prick of electricity as it leapt between them, caused her to jump, as well as the new stranger who had come to greet her. She gave a small bashful laugh, embarrassment rising in a flush beneath her pale, silvery cheek. ‘I am sorry. My element is still a rambunctious. Or maybe I am just a little lax with my control over it. I do not know, but I must admit I do rather enjoy its frivolous nature.” A devilish smile fell across her lips, sweet in its sincerity, yet naughty in its nature. “I did not hurt you did I? It may be best to stand a little clear of me…” She allowed another smile to play across her black lips as her eyes danced their way across his body. Every line seemed oddly familiar to the mineral dusted girl, his body prompting a memory within her. It rose as if from a painting, formed and drawn by her own imagination and her father’s description. There was so much he had told her of his band of brothers and it was with a whimsical thought that the girl pondered his father’s sadness at loosing the Rajput kingdom altogether. “Dangereuse…” his name is murmured softly between them, her eyes dancing across his body as she slowly studied his profile. “You were a Rajput.” She speaks confidently now, a brilliant smile now playing across her lips as she laughs in her victory. “Then you must have known my father! I am Beatrice, Voraer’s daughter.” Her eyes flicker away from her new companion briefly, settling upon a two-tones stallion as he treads regally towards them. Her eyes flutter downwards, a serious expression sliding seamlessly across her delicate face. She was no fool, though her attitude betrayed her mischievous nature she knew this was the King of Scythia, Taboo. As he spoke, only to confirm her suspicions, she glanced swiftly across to Dangereuse to gauge his reaction to the presence of his king. Her began to flutter within her chest as she swallowed softly before she spoke. Beatrice’s tone was melodic and respectful a soft murmur that echoed between the three gathered. “Taboo, an honour to meet you. I am Beatrice, daughhter of Voraer and Ophelia.” She trails off, allowing silence to drift upon them as her eyes flicker between the two stallions from beneath her silver forelock. Finally finding her confidence, she raises her dark gaze to rest upon Dangereuse first, a shy smile falling across her lips as she recalls his initial question. ‘I have come here in search of a home. I wish to honour my father by serving alongside the men who were Rajput’s with him and also, being a girl, I wish to join with the few girls who were once valkyries to stick it to my dad a little.” It is then that the brilliant smile falls across her lips, her breathy laughter filling the air as her gaze lingered upon Taboo now. In her mahogany eyes, framed by her pale, glistening skin, was a gaze awash with sincerity that sought his acceptance. Beatrice Come on Skinny Love Image from Deviant Art by Sunira