Meadow

The rumors flew. She did her best to ignore them, to watch from a distance as Chronos flitted across the main island with a purpose in his movement and determination in his eyes. From afar, he reminded her so much of Dex, the square set of his jaw and the fierce vivid green of his eyes as unmistakable. Though he was careful to avoid her, Talien missed nothing. Whispers of the Lagoon and his back and forth trips do not long go unnoticed. He was making a name for himself, but Talien is not sure it is a name that was befitting him. However, what room did she have to talk? Still she finds herself lingering on the main island, not quite sure which direction to take. Tinuvel with its harsh winters was not one she intended to ever return to, but neither had Atlantis seemed to be too humid. Salem and Luthien were still foreign to her, but she dare not move without her beloved knight.

Part of her felt guilty that she had not spent more time with him as of late. However she was determined to remedy that today.

Sleek serpentine arches as a warm smile works its way across her ash dusted lips. Pale silver blue eyes scan the mingling crowd that gathered in the meadow this morning until sights befall her handsome mate. Dex. Like her beacon in the night he stands out among the crowd. Dark mane moves with each fluid motion of his steps. A gentle nicker escapes her lungs as like her heart, her feet quicken their motion and draw her along his side again. “Trying to hide from me?” she teases, stretching her neck towards him to allow ash dusted labrums to tug playfully at a straying strand of his obsidian mane. Pale silver blue eyes glitter as a girlish laughter echoes from her breast as she presses against him, her sleek form of brandished gold curling along his body like a cat might it’s master. Dark lashes blink slowly up at him as she offers him an impish grin. ”Ready to settle down finally?” she teases. It was time.