Meadow

She could feel the appreciation in his gaze as it slid over her, a skill she had mastered long ago as she learned to enjoy the attention of others. Though it could be dangerous to play with such fire with a veritable stranger she couldn’t help the pleasure she got from it. That feeling rolling up her delicate spine and encouraging her to preen under the weight of it. Her contoured head pulled towards her slender neck as those golden eyes looked up at the fine specimen before her from beneath thick lashes. As much as she enjoyed the attention being paid to her she was happy to give in return. He was a tall drink of water, nearly as fine boned as she were it not for the thickness of his bone. It made him entirely appealing and it shone in the light of her gaze as she let it slide over him.

It appeased her to no end when he agreed that she was the beauty presented to him this evening in the dying rays of light. Ra he had called it, the sun. Interesting, but not enough for the copper lady to change the subject from what mattered… her. His mention of where he came from had her curious, even more so seeing as it was the dead of winter how anyone could claim to have searing sun right now was mystifying. “Ugh sand, it gets everywhere.” She shook her head slightly as her dark ears tipped backwards for a moment before it passed driven away by the chill that fluttered across her delicate skin as the sun continued to fade on the horizon. “Though perhaps the heat makes up for it.” There was a heaviness in her light voice that added inflection to make what could have been a rather innocuous statement something more, aided by the surreptitious smile that still lingered on her lips.

An elegant creature, she was not made for this cold harsh climate and warmth of any kind was appreciated and as she shifted her weight on small hooves perhaps she inched closer to him. His accented words pull her gaze towards his fine face once more, dainty ears pricking forwards to catch his name and apparent title followed swiftly by the most common question anyone would ask an apparent newcomer. A bit disappointing, for Talisa did so love to be surprised, but it didn’t detract from the enjoyment she was having this fine evening and she preferred to revel in the luck she was having. “Possibilities, my dear Bahadir. So many possibilities.” She purrs softly, the ever darkening skies giving even more inuendo to her words if that was possible. “My name is Talisa.” He had earned that gift at least, and to be sure knowing her and being in her presence was just that. “What brings you here, mi caro?” Looking up at him once more she eagerly awaits seeing just how much of her bait he is willing to take.