Apr 1, 2015
reflectedhero
     NOT A single word leaves the sovereign’s lips as she inspects him with inquisitive (probing) eyes -- she is utterly soundless, even as muted sapphire meets burning scarlet, as delicate brows are raised and a gilded torso is ever so lightly inclined forward, as lily-white ivories skim across those very selfsame roseate appendages before they are marginally parted to release nothing but a gentle breath--
     She is curious, very much so, but it is this fulsome f a s c i n a t i o n with the unknown that renders her so speechless. She has so much to say, so many questions to ask; it is rather difficult to decide where exactly she should start.
