Darling, You Look Perfect
The pheasant disappeared from view, and Alarik let out a sigh of disappointment. He could have so easily broken the rules, gone just far enough into the territory to catch his prey and then retreat again. Why did he have to be such a goody goody, anyway? Maybe that was why nothing exciting ever happened to him. And so, Alarik sat pouting until the crimson stranger came sauntering up to him.
When her mischievous voice met his ears, he turned at once, eyes widening in surprise. The young man had never seen such a magnificent creature in his entire life. She looked like a vision, a hallucination. He blinked a few times before he was able to convince himself she was real. The woman sitting before him had a coat that seemed to dance and shimmer with the most beautiful of red hues. And even her sapphire eyes were marvelous. Alarik let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, and made an effort to compose himself. He had to maintain a little dignity, didn't he? Even if this woman looked like an actual goddess.
"Gifts?" he said, and of course his voice betrayed him and he had to clear his throat a bit to keep from making a fool of himself. When his baritone vocals had been restored, he continued. "No need for that, you caught your meal fair and square. And I lost mine, fair and square," the man added with a slightly bitter chuckle.
This woman was from the pack he had just kept himself from trespassing upon. Perhaps he had made the right choice after all. "It's a shame the border came between me and such a fantastic bird. Had I caught it, I could have shared it with you," he said, trying perhaps in vain to be the suave gentleman he always imagined himself being. But being suave was hard when all he wanted to do was gawk at this beautiful woman. "Forgive me for staring, but you are... absolutely stunning. Though I'm sure you've heard that from plenty of others in your life." "Talk" "You" Think |
