She watches him carefully in her play-bow position, a thing most odd looking from a beast carved in the wild image of Kane. Her eyes, nebulous of violet and goal, held large black holes that seemed to absorb him whole. His reaction was not as others, and she kept note of the look upon his face, how he felt void, felt like simply snow, barely even alive to her. Yet she knew this did not have to be the case. She could see him live, to brighten with the yellow color of light and love. She would see him to the warmness of what filled her now. She would ensure he would not be a cold statue of winter ever again. Her tail waved slowly, and in a drunken manner high in the air as her dark muzzle mouthed the snow at her paws. She feels it melt within her own heat as he replies for her to warm him. She felt an immediate connection, to the melting of the snow and her eventual melting of his crystalline eyes. She cannot help but giggle.
She is almost lost in the moment, with the snow melting between her dark lips, until she hears the gentle plea of his please. She lifts her head up suddenly. Her smile grows and glows. Her black legs lift her front side up again as he walks towards her. She feels herself gasp uncontrollably. She dares to reach her sunset visage to his own. If she does land a touch, she will feel the cold of his form, and breath in his sharp scent. He is of winter, an embodiment beyond what he should be. All things change though.
"All snow melts, come, yes, come and melt with me," she says in her deep smokey voice. She suddenly bursts from him in a lope, only looking away for a moment before she turns, moving towards the caves and yet someone unable to keep her eyes off him him. She wanted to watch the way he moved, how his fur seemed to grow and morph into snow. The effects of the mushroom were a strong and interesting thing, and her fixation on him and leading him to the spot drove her forward- otherwise, it would be easy to be lost within the magics of her own mind.
(continued at the grotto!)