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"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" she asks, her lilted tones light, silver blue eyes dancing with amusement. This was not something he expected, that was as clear to her as the sun shining in the skies above... and that thoroughly delighted her. She was determined to be original... at least in her mindset anyway.He shakes his proud head and meets her intense gaze with the soft dark chocolate of his own. Truly, if she let herself gaze long enough, no doubt she could find herself falling under the spell of those eyes and his rusted voice. His words draw a coy smile to her lips, first tugging a single corner upwards and slowly ghosting across the ashen labrums of the petite girl. A single audit flickers amid the tangle of her obsidian locks. It was true that she, just like generally all others of the female gender, loved to feel doted upon, especially from suave strangers with pretty dark eyes. His words made her feel unique and like a prize to be had... but she was not so foolish. For now she would bit back the sense of thrill his words gave her heart and the flutter of pleasure that thrummed through her veins.He pauses now, clearing his throat as his husky voice rattles off a name... and what a name it was. A single brow rises as silver blue eyes blink slowly from behind thick dark lashes. A soft light chuckle of her own rumbles deep within her petite breast as she speaks, tilting her head towards him with a warmer smile. "That is a mouthful Warsaw... a strange custom you have." she teases, her long dark tail flicking slowly back and forth once before she continues again. "I am afraid my name is far more simple. I am called Nova." she finishes.His next words however, draw the fire in her spirit out once more. Although his delivery of them is soft-spoken and takes care to pause before their release, making it sound much less demanding in her eyes... it is still a demand none the less. She is all to familiar with the game of claiming and the rules that go right along with it but the thought of anyone, even someone as apparently suave and smooth talking as the hansom grey and white stallion that towered before her now was a bit hard to take. But then his eyes. Ever upon her his chocolate eyes draw her into an almost lull and soothe the burning embers of her fiery soul. She snorts, arching her graceful neck to scratch at an imaginary itch on her foreleg. She is quite for a moment, pondering her response to his words. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check it out... after all, its not like I have anyone or anything to come running back here too." she adds with a lighthearted laugh and a shake of her head. She lifts her finely dished cranium now, twin dials standing at attention amid the tumbling tangle of wind swept mane as bright silver blue eyes meet his own with a renewed sense of excitement and wonder. She always did like an adventure. "I suppose you should lead the way to this Inlet of yours if you intend for me to join you... otherwise we might end up at the north pole with my sense of direction."