The Dainty Arts
01-05-2014, 12:53 PM
There was no end to the man's grumbling, it seemed that he was having no part in finding enjoyment in the activity. That would be his loss though, for Impra would not let his childish behavior sour her mood, or the walk. Her royal features were flaunted as her elegant lope carried her through the forests of the North. Her long limbs brought her round to the meadow she sought after. She remembered Vask bringing her here, not many knew of its existence. Her reaction had been quite similar to Aros' she would note as regal tiara would swivel to take him in. As he came up beside her she would frown at his demeanor, he'd been much to resistant to her orders. Brows would furrow, but she knew that his attention would not be with her that moment. A gasp would be issued from his lips as his gaze would visibly widen, this was certainly one of the most beautiful places she had ever laid her crimson eyes upon. And that had been when the flowers were not yet in bloom, certainly her visit this time was much more spectacular. Eyes would shift back to the field as Aros uttered his amazement, she would flick her tail as a smirk of satisfaction settled upon her delicate features. "Do not doubt me Aros.." she would but mutter as her form waded out into the material rainbow, she was a stark contrast to the abundance of color. She would turn her head back to eye her companion once more, "Come on, we have flowers to pick." Lyrical tones would beckon him to follow. Speech, |