My Secret Garden
09-04-2013, 09:25 PM
As she turned to look at him he got his first real look at her, and he smiled despite himself. Despite it all, the pounding in his head and the chill of the mist he could still admire a pretty woman. He noted her pelt color, like that of freshly fallen snow. Then forest green orbs traveled down her body, sliding over the gentle slope of her back then up the curve of her rump. His tail wagged slightly. Lastly he cast a quick glance at her eyes, one pale yellow, and the other blue. It was interesting enough, but he had seen two different eye colors before and so only noted it some and moved on. The woman was a dove, tiny and delicate looking. She also appeared to be his age. She was indeed a pretty woman, certainly not the first he had seen and more than certainly not the last one. Her voice was silken, brushing pleasantly at his ears. Once more he smiled. ?I?m rather a fan of Waterfalls, so when I heard of this one upon my travels, I decided to pay it a visit.? he winced some as the pounding flared momentarily but then forced another smile, determined to remain as charming as possible for the pretty woman. ?I am Gitan Gringoire.? He gave a flourish of his paw and bowed his head again as he introduced himself. Speech, |