gaza
After a period of concentrated searching, Gaza comes to the conclusion that Eld is not in the Meadow. Hmmm… he’s actually about to turn and leave the festive fall wonderland when a somewhat familiar voices calls out - not with his name, of course, but he still turns around anyway.
It was the fiesty little weather chick from a while ago! Gaza immediately starts to grin, remembering their last interaction under the tree. He had surprised both her and himself that day with what he likes to think of as uncharacteristic boldness. Maybe Lyris is just what he needs… a powerful woman to kick his large, but firm black ass into gear. Gaza meets her a quarter of the way, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in the tiniest of smirks. Which is tiny, for him. “Weather girl!” he calls her, and then adds impishly, “Oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that… dreaming about snow in the summertime.” He throws her a wink.
Gaze is only half joking, of course. Oh, to have a woman who could do that for him every now and then… he would treat her like a goddamn empress. “What about you, gorgeous? How much trouble have you been causing?” Gaza whuffles into the crown of her head, lipping gently at strands of her pretty white and gray mane
vanquish x yael
eeek, i don't know what this is. blech.