Gold eyes looked down, stealing a glance at the paper that she tried to return to its once blank state. Bringing his gaze back to her face he tried not to linger on the pages she hoped to hide. Hey. Heath spoke warmly, taking in the sight of her as he lowered himself to the ground. Her greeting had been an invitation, hadn’t it?
Making sure that he didn’t try to stare too hard at the sketch Heath glanced at the horses that stood on the round-about ride, then back at the long haired female. Her smell was of Inferni, and though he was hesitant about the beasts that called the territory home, he was too curious to just walk on by. I guess you didn’t like it? He questioned as he settled not far beside her. His smile remained, as his black toned hand brushed unruly hair from his eyes. |