Common

The male's head lifts and she is left staring into a film of white that has become a permanent glaze over eyes that had surely been bright at one point in his life, if he'd had sight at all in his lifetime or perhaps he was merely born as such. Her smile that had been big and bold now lessens to a thin line as she silently curses herself for taking on the first male her eyes laid themselves on in a heat of the moment sort of spell. She couldn't go back now, she'd said hello and made herself known to him, her interest obvious even if he couldn't read her face and see the new found conflicting emotions playing out across it. He'd even answered her now, as though he was shocked to have her here and asking for his company. She couldn't back out now.

While cruel to Tyr and the spawn they'd managed to produce, she saw no reason to turn her teeth to violence as she steps closer to him, almost cautiously to give the blind male a moment to pick up where she is and that she was coming closer at his invitation. "The commons are a lonely place," she heaves a breathy sigh, as though she was tired of being alone, but was quick to cover that she wasn't just doing this for her own benefit when she absolutely was, "I find you meet the most interesting strangers here so I figured I'd try my luck." She is playing coy and sweet, the lies on her tongue thick and heavy as they fall off into the ears of the interested male. Despite the small fault of his, he was still easy on the eyes and in the end that was all that mattered to her.

He asks her name, a pleasant enough question that brings her even further within his personal space and the scent of him fills her nostrils. "Dara," to say her name, felt foreign, for she was so used to hearing it fall from the heated lips of Tyr. Her mother had a sense of humor long ago, the name sounding like the word dare, in which her mother would often dare the poor child to do this or that. Do you dare Dara? Do you dare to share your body with another?

"Is my company what you would like as well?", it feels weird to not convey her feelings through body language when the other could not see, so it left her scrambling for more emotions than she knew what to do with and put it into her words as she speaks and creeps closer, sliding her hooves along the grass as though she were floating so not to spook her stranger. Slowly while her eyes are on him to gauge his reaction, she reaches out to bump her nose to him in a friendly way, surely confusing the poor male who was already questioning why she wanted his company.

She wanted that and more, all for the sake of spiting the very god she had longed for.