[private] oh, there's a river that winds on forever

[bolder]

She remains so close to him that the heat radiating from her gold-striped body nearly taunts him. Without the cover of his wings, his broad shoulders remain open and there is nothing he wants to do more than graze his side against hers. His mind is full of devilish ideas, and yet Bolder keeps forcing himself to return to their conversation, to not stare at the elegant arch of her neck or the inviting curve of her hip.

Lillibet grins as he tells her about the canyons and ravines (and he has own similar thoughts of what kind of trouble those secret nooks might inspire). She listens as he ambles over what he knows of Pangea and its past. To Bolder, it doesn’t seem like much. He has never paid much attention to the former kingdom seat of the East. To him, it had been as he said. Too hot during the day, too cold at night; Bolder was a stallion used to crafting his skin to be whatever barrier he needed it to be against the elements. Whatever his shapeshifting couldn’t achieve, his wings could always take him some place more favorable.

He rarely spent time in Pangea, but as the gold-striped woman beside him keeps talking, the place no longer seems so unappealing to him.

That coquettish grin followed by the lovely shrug of her shoulders only entices the idea more. The words whispered against his copper cheek caused the young stallion to turn his head towards hers. Bolder’s gaze - surprisingly clear like a gray winter dawn - attempted to meet the warmth of her amber one, intent on drawing their game out longer. ”And then what?” he asks, quiet and low, letting her decide if they were still speaking of politics or not.

@Lillibet