Re: Main floor, outskirts.
His eyes were a hex, captivating as a shaman's goodnight kiss. It was like watching a well bubble at the brim, molten and so red. It was, quite obviously, blood.. and the realization should have revolted her. It should have done a lot of things, none of which seemed to glow so fascinated in her wood nymph eyes. The princess could almost taste it somehow.. such sweet, cloying metal.
"I don't seek frivolity," her reply was numb with a vacancy of focus, but she seemed to snap out of it while in the process of advancing a step toward him. Bare toes had been slow and well-placed, as if prepared to hunt down a napping doe beside a riverbed.
She suddenly turned her head away with a weak cough, backtracking with uncertain retreat. "I must go."