Frost Bitten Daisies

Pallid features would pivot, a quite attractive face turned to lay a twilight gaze upon the stranger. A smile would creep onto dainty features, teasing up the corners of her black lips. "Good morning, my lady." She would reply kindly, thickly accented British lyrics weaving through the air with the calm self assurance she always held. The golden tip of her tail would flick absently, showing just a touch more of her jovial mood. Golden audits would give a flicker as birds took flight above her head, and for but a moment would her attentions be diverted as she looked up.
Without hesitation would she once more look upon the ebony features of the newcomer, taking in the unique appearance. "A lovely day already, is it not?" She would comment, lifting a tea cupped paw and gesturing to the clearing mist about them and the sunshine pouring through the air. The lady herself looked almost as if she could be made of sunshine, were her eyes not the colours of coming darkness. Creamy ivory paw would be replaced upon the soot strewn terra as she kept her soft smile playing at delicate features.