Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

*Sigrún* · (This post was last modified: 07-24-2020, 02:06 AM by Sigrún.)

She watched as his ears fell to his crown, and his wings tucked tentatively to his sides. Sigrún couldn't be entirely sure what the wing tucking meant, but coupled with the flattened ears she could only assume that it was some form of submission. Now that some of the tension had passed (at least in her mind) and she was able to really look at him, she was able to discern his age. His features, though much larger than her own, were definitely younger, if only by a bit.

An amused smile touched her lips as her eyes swung to her aunt. She thought to make a sarcastic comment about Sedna being a lot scarier to outsiders than she previously thought, but held her tongue. Now was certainly not the time for all of that, and Siggy had every intention of keeping both of her russet-colored ears on her head.

A cream-colored brow raised at her aunt's suggestion, but she went along with it and turned her attention solely onto Mortis. "I like your name. It sounds very... important." Like Archer, or Lyall, or Argyris. "I'm Sigrún. Pleased to meet you, Mortis." Mischief flickered through her narrowed eyes as her golden head cocked to the side, and her tail picked up speed. "Those wings don't give you an unfair advantage do they?"

"Speech"

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