Since befriending Adria last year Wrena had not left. She’s not sure where the mare had gone off to, or if she might still be around – it seemed as though she was no longer leading the pack, so to speak. The dragoness has not offered her services and skills to the next in line behind the last Queen. Only loafing around, really, raising her son and baking in the sun on the bright beaches of Ivar’s isle. She moves between the mainland and Ivar’s claimed space, rudely traipsing wherever she wishes, sleuthing about in order to avoid getting barked at for trespassing.
When and if Ivar comes strolling about to scold her for crossing his borders she easily offers her body for him to feast on. He may not eat her, no, not in the real sense, but of course sexually. Both of them are always game for pleasures of the flesh and it seems to always satiate the kelpie enough for her to slip away as she always does.
The heat of a fading summer touches the lush jungles of the islands and it makes the woman seek the refuge of cool waters. The crystalline fresh waters of Ischia’s northern waterfalls offer a perfect spot for respite. The flight from Ivar’s shores isn’t long and she touches down to the rocks jutting up from the gushing waters. Rippling pools gather in pockets along the falls, and of course the lake below. She chooses a pool to the edge, close enough to the edge of some flat rocks so she may climb out if she needs to, but secluded enough to be undisturbed (or so she assumes).
She climbs in with an exhale. She can feel the smell of Ivar leaving her skin, letting him seep out of her, shedding him once again. She always enjoys being devoured by him, and she always loves leaving him too. A delightful game she’s played with him for years, or that he has played with her, however you want to look at it.
THIS IS FOR ANYONE
basically she's fresh off of gettin laid, washing the sex off of herself haha
but yeah, feel free to approach her! she's been lingering here for years.