She couldn't exactly take her eyes off him, when he was looking at her like this. That kind of attention (godly attention, literally) couldn't go unreturned.
Quietly, she drew close, carefully not letting her shadow fall on him. Settling easily, gracefully to sit beside him, dipping her head in an not-fully-proper (and inconspicuous for any casual observers, should there be any) half-nod, half-bow in greeting. (He was her falcon... he was her, everyone's, lord...)
Her lips then drew up, and she returned a greeting, her tone just light enough to make the appropriate salutation both teasing and honestly meant, "well met again."
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Date: 2009-01-17 06:45 am (UTC)Quietly, she drew close, carefully not letting her shadow fall on him. Settling easily, gracefully to sit beside him, dipping her head in an not-fully-proper (and inconspicuous for any casual observers, should there be any) half-nod, half-bow in greeting. (He was her falcon... he was her, everyone's, lord...)
Her lips then drew up, and she returned a greeting, her tone just light enough to make the appropriate salutation both teasing and honestly meant, "well met again."