Trickling down the vines

m é l i s a n d e
 

he was easy to talk to, making her chest heave with soft laughter. catching her off guard and presenting her with a time she didn't  expect to have. her ears swiveled, catching his words as they came while her eyes looked at his cognac pools. she wondered of his whereabouts, and his home.
it's then the male attempted to take a step, but instead tumbles down- urging melisande forward to assist as she aimed to stand near his right side had he allowed her to. he stroked her feathers of maternal tenderness, her warm eyes glinting full of care and compassion. for even a stranger could see the kindness that swelled in her heart. "hey, hey, hey. slow down.." she beckoned him with a soft whisper, her ears flattening with concern as her brows furrowed for a few moments. and still, his own mannerism prevailed, making her dimpled smile seize as her maw, flashing the tips of her fangs in a soft grin. "Yes yes." she spoke with a playfully stern voice, her brows pinching close for a moment. "I believe you." she exhaled with genuine assurance.
he gave forth his name, speaking honestly the entire time; a trait she adored. 'pleasure is mine, Alaric. I am Mélisande.. where is home from here?" her soft voice sailed around him as she came to an elegant sit with an aura full of patience, intending to walk him to his pack.

"talk" "think"