Snippet #1829583

One could swear the expression he then wore had a reminiscence of the cooing of pigeons. Pleasantly transfixed on the snow woman's approach, the sagging pipe slipped cleanly from his mouth (though he caught it deftly with his right hand, knocking it clear of ash on his other wrist and then tucking the object out of sight). Rather than taking the lead into the jungles of light or curiously facing the direction toward which she gestured; Sahen gingerly cupped her protruding fingers, leaning in to touch the very tip of his nose to her cheek and whispering little more than a quiet exhale: "You-are just too good to be true~ cannot take my eyes off of you."

He laughed then (which undoubtably murdered the notion of there being a marching band tromping through the masses to play accompanying instrumentals as he broke into proper accented song), in what some would suspect it was of a self-conscious sort. Who ever dared to utter Frankie Valli lyrics without a smudge of embarrassment tainting his soul? But mayhaps, mayhaps he was just happy to be where he was at that moment, and cared about little else. "You are prettier than every other maiden who has passed by these pillars, mae nang payaban," he informed her, in that suspiciously factual way one would think was meant to insult others more than to compliment the receiver. Though in truth, he did not consider the statement to be much of an exaggeration; appreciating her choice in modest garments, her subdued scent like that of a breeze, her fleet of eyelashes and pale lips. In the two weeks he'd spent in this region, he found this woman the most captivating. Possibly it was the mask, an accessory not so bad after all, reminding him of a great, oppressive sun and sand-skinned dancers; or just as possibly, it was her silence, which he had goofily presumed to be some sort of oath of chastity. He decided after admiring her a little longer, amid warm colors bathing the side of his face, to add in a contented murmur, "And... you honor me with your presence."

He brightened rather abruptly, glistening at the eyes and beaming at the mouth with a sincerity easily rivaling the Christian virgin. "Come! You will guide me, for I fear I would get us lost and hungry." Perhaps disturbingly, he did not once relinquish his grasp of her hand, but he was unaggressive, willing to let go should she deem his touch discomforting... though requesting even a little personal space would be too much to ask of the garuda, at the moment.