[Her thumb brushes the spurs on his brow, rising to rub his ear, her fingers sinking into his hair and gently pulling him closer. The viis of Fanow would not spread rumors, and even if they could not be as close as either of them might wish, she still wanted him as close as she could have him. To feel his soft warmth, to bury her face against him as she dozed. Let their companions talk, as long as she was able to trace the patterns on his fur with her fingers while she rubbed her scent into his fur.]
The greatest of tragedies. Well, I shall surely have to make sure the wait shall be worth it, will I not?
[That smile is somewhere between coy and smug and is made of pure trouble. A smile she saves for him and hides from the rest of their party.]
o no what did they get up to
[Her thumb brushes the spurs on his brow, rising to rub his ear, her fingers sinking into his hair and gently pulling him closer. The viis of Fanow would not spread rumors, and even if they could not be as close as either of them might wish, she still wanted him as close as she could have him. To feel his soft warmth, to bury her face against him as she dozed. Let their companions talk, as long as she was able to trace the patterns on his fur with her fingers while she rubbed her scent into his fur.]
The greatest of tragedies. Well, I shall surely have to make sure the wait shall be worth it, will I not?
[That smile is somewhere between coy and smug and is made of pure trouble. A smile she saves for him and hides from the rest of their party.]