What is it you truly want?

As the wind rustles through the crisping leaves, Eudora takes note of the weather. While back home, the air would be balmy and thick, here it is much different. Dry and light, far easier to breathe, even beneath the tortuous red sky. Was the weather affected by the phenomenon? Her eyes watch the birds flutter, riding different air pockets, delighting in the way their feathers turned and fluttered to adjust.

Drawing her from her study is the approach of Erebos. Meeting his ice and coffee gaze, she gives him a pleasant and demure smile. Play the game, bide her time, she knew what she was doing. Adjusting just enough that he had enough room to join her among the grasses.

“I suppose I cannot form an opinion until I see its true beauty, hm?” Eudora questions, a brow raised delicately in question toward him. His scent matches the masculinity of his figure, that she won’t deny, but the non-Dunamis scents that linger on him are new to her. Taking him in a moment before turning her gaze back to the surroundings, she resolves to letting out a sigh. “Do you like it here?” She asks tentatively, curious what he’ll say.

Eudora Dunamis
Italics denotes Greek