ice ice baby

From the way she relaxed after the dinner should have told him what he wished to know. Pyrite was a wild animal, guided primarily by instinct so she might survive within the unforgiving northern reaches. Her family was the reason she lived so long, as Jokull weakened her defenses and offered her the gift of wine. She could feel the tension in her muscles ease away as the first tastes of alcohol took her. Pyr was lucky to have found a man with such honest intentions. The sober part of her clinging on prayed it was true, and knew the possible mistake she could be making.

There was something about him that made Pyr feel safe. Maybe it was his kindness for a stranger when he was so familiar with the pressure of their home. To his possible detriment he invited Pyr to his hearth to share both food and beverage. He could take advantage of her if he tried hard enough, but the tiny Destruction had no fear as she found his icy gaze. A playful smirk danced over her features, ”I’m not,” She assured him with a grin. ”You’d find yourself having a real hard time if you tried to stop me.” She assured him with a confidence that was far bigger than her tiny form. It wasn’t the alcohol speaking either.

”Honestly,” Her expression grew a little more serious as she leaned back, admiring the feeling of the wine sitting in her belly. ”I don’t really see anyone besides my family, it’s really nice being out here talking to you.” She admitted truthfully, a confession that might not have been coaxed out without the drink.