[private] There's the rub [Warrick]

[Ceara]

let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.

 

Ceara's eyes were heavy when she met his. It almost felt as though, in that moment, he would have taken her into his embrace. Instead, he laughs off her comment with a warm, easy smile, his eyes lighting like the blue of the water they had just been swimming in. Wordlessly Warrick makes his way to the shoreline. Ceara, giving an audible sigh, follows him, her heart thrumming with the seriousness of the moment.

Was that it? Was this--whatever it was-- over?

Maybe she had imagined it all in her head. She had come, after all, only to swear fealty to the king. Not to take an intimate swim with him in the evening of an indian summer. She was such a young thing, after all. Trained up right, wild to the extreme. Didn't Warrick have children her age? Older? There was something wrong with this.

And yet, it felt so right.

Ceara shook herself off, her mind heavy with all these thoughts and more, when she screeched aloud, blinking her eyes rapidly from the sudden downpour of her oh so serious King showering her with all his access water. She immediately dissolved into giggles, shying away from those big navy colored wings, laughing again when she heard him say Oops. Warrick was toying with her, teasing her.

He was having fun.

She smiles at him then, straightening her neck and posture, a wicked smile on her face. raising her rather drenched tail up in the air, she saunters over to where he is standing, and sidles up to him. The heat of her body--and her wet coat--is enough to make him wet again, and when she circles around--sponging off her right side, and then her left--his backside, she take her raised tail and swats it forcefully against his backside, sending a loud snapping sound into the air. She does so playfully, and with a grin on her face, walks away from him, swinging her hips as she does so.

If this was about to end, she was going to get what she could out of it. If this was a dream, she was going to make it her fantasy.

"What else you got?"

ceara

offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation