my frosty toes

Romulus' attention was engrained in every response Lillith gave him. To him, she was the most fascinating wolf in Boreas and Auster. He wanted to know every little detail that made her who she was. This gorgeous silver and white girl that had captured his attention and stolen his heart. He noticed her blush, still adoring that light shade of pinkish-red on her pallid cheeks, as well as the way she got all shy whenever he did anything to embarrass her. He snickered, but didn't say anything to interrupt her.

Lillith Liberalia Adravendi. Roman repeated her name out long, getting a feel for it on his tongue and on his lips. It was quite regal, said with flowing vowels and consonants that made her sound like royalty. Silver was her favorite color. He shot her a wry look when she said that, then glanced down at his silvery fur, wondering if he played any part in her color preference. She liked new food experiences and loved daffodils. All of this information the young man filed away for later reference. Already he was imagining surprising her with a bouquet of blooming daffodils, or cooking her some new and exciting meal.

She asked about him next, speaking her desire to get to know him as well, and Roman chuckled softly under his breath, the sound forming a physical cloud of steam from his lips. "Well, my full name is Romulus Quintus Armada," he began, glancing up at a few icicle covered evergreens as they walked past. "It's kind of a tradition in my family now that every generation has to have one wolf whose middle name carries their generational number. My dad, for instance, is Quartus, since he's the fourth Armada generation. I'm Quintus, the fifth. And one day, one of my children with have the middle name Sextus, and my grandchild will have Septimus, and so on."

He glanced back down at Lillith, staring deeply into her rich garnet eyes with a grin as he answered the next question. "My favorite color is red. Any shade is good, but the darker, the better." Just like her eyes. "My favorite food is seasoned venison. It can be cooked or raw, just os long as it's got a special blend of herbs my father uses on it. It's delicious!" Roman paused as he considered the next question. "Uhh... I don't really know if I have a favorite flower. I guess lavender is pretty good; I like the smell of it. Orchids are also nice. Actually, yeah, let's go with orchids." His gaze returned to Lillith after he gave his answers, finishing with, "Would you like to take a turn asking me some personal questions? Or are you ready for your heaping help of snow to the face?"

"Speech"