“Let’s eat food --- we --- talk.” At Voreasos’ words the young woman nodded her head slowly. She had stilled, at these fanged smiled and trailing claws, but now the press of lips to her cheek, made it very difficult to be leave the waking affections, were a lost man in a dream most likely dreaming of his woman.
The thought gave her pause, now no longer panicked and trembling. The pale one had made no move to move on, to leave, to continue on to where he was possibly going. He stayed and lingered as much as she had herself. And somehow, they had… fallen into a strange type of…. Courtship.
The red fruit was placed beside her and after a moment, she lifted the sweet smelling fruit to her lips and took from it a single bite before her crystalline eyes rose to the Symnestra within the private space with her.
He was hardly a man ever she met; eyes like blood, nails so much as blacken claws, fangs. Were it another or mayhap she had not spent nights wrapped up beside him, nights across the fire, times of eating together, she surely would have fled. Had that not been the part of her panic, the half remembered dream as well as the wakened lust?
She chewed softly before eyes rose back to Vor, and her voice came softly. “Vor, from the Tents of the people of the Spider?” She looked at him waiting for confirmation before her eyes lowered a gain and a moment passed before the rose once more, a timid curiosity shone.
“‘Devour a lover, with a kiss’?”