Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130818042023/@comment-15488047-20131005025447

"Thank you." Cerule accepted the tea, mimicking Tianee's actions and adding a spoonful of brown sugar.

"Ah, I can't imagine sweets being commonplace in such a harsh environment. I don't think I would like to live there, but I'd certainly like to visit sometime."

He stared at the trophies of her victories, gaze lingering on the thick fur cape. He wondered if the potentially sweltering summer heat would be a problem for her, now that she was't living in the far north anymore. It was certainly a problem for him, and he didn't even wear fur. He smiled at her pride - in the future, he would have to ask her more about her battles and hunts.

He took a sip of the tea, heat warming his face. The heavier sweetness of the tea spread across his tongue, and he widened his eyes in surprise. Simply changing the kind of sugar made a surprising impact. "Oh, this is quite pleasant."

Cerule watched her small hands lace themselves into her long turquoise hair and remove the headpiece she wore. He wondered if it was some kind of fashion trend. Wait, no. That didn't suit her personality. Perhaps it was another prize from a successful hunt?

"Tianee," he started, "I'd like to hear more about those horns that you wear. Would you mind telling the story?"