Caught offguard by the brush of satin soft fur, the pesar froze in place. Yet, despite the fact that his body stilled, Atash found his gaze still followed his companion. Absorbing the lines of her feminine as if attempting to commit them to memory. The white polish giving off a halo of immaculate luster particularly as the day began to break--giving way to the star studded glory of a vevlet black night. She was right when she said there was something special about her, it certainly didn't take a seer to see that.
Playfully goading words met his ears, though the old soul wasn't quite sure exactly what was expected of him. Managing a thin smile of amusement before picking up a jog as he followed. Catch her? Well, if that's what the goddess wanted, who was he to decline?
