Celestial Dragon

Chelian dared a glance at Fen Dane’s features. A deep frown marred his brow. Like a preying verdick, a poisonous insect stalking its victim, he began to circle her. She stood still, refusing to be baited by this man.
“I am still at a loss to understand this affliction you claim. I see skin the color of ripe telman fruit. Your eyes, when I am lucky enough to enjoy a glimpse, shine brighter than the moon of Meridar. Even your hair reminds me of spun mestik. I see . . . perfection.”
“My affliction isn’t visible.” Her voice stumbled over the words, her throat tight. No one had ever paid her such tribute. His praise embarrassed her.
“Nay. ’Tis apparently inside of you and enough to make most fear the very air you breath. Pity. I do not fear you, fiol’ston. What I feel is better left for our mating.”
Her eyes widened. She glared at the tips of his truscan boots. How dare he imply such a thing. Her heart hammered painfully within her breast. Why does he torment me with such images?
“Nock. I’ll never be selected for mate, and if by some miracle I am, it would not be to you, Fen Dane. You’re far too bold.”
“Aye. But bold is a desired quality where I come from.” He inched nearer, standing half a stone closer than the recommended perimeter of distance. Hooded lids could not mask the heat radiating from his eyes.