Heart Of Fire

He still seemed nervous, she thought, as he set the plants down and chuckled. She cocked her head with mild curiosity as he spoke. “I wouldn’t mind. I wasn’t busy with anything.” She stepped forward, slipping past the male, close enough that their frames lightly brushed, which she had to admit, get her belly a surprising swooping sensation, one she calmly ignored as she waited for Creed to fall into step with her.

“Did you have any place in mind, or were you just wanting a stroll?” Irish accented tones were lightly teasing as she tipped her head to catch a sidelong glance at the grey toned Right Wing – soon to be former Right Wing – and a smile dallied about her features. IN all, it was a lovely day outside, and she didn’t mind just strolling, to be honest. Even an avid healer could use a break from her Craft now and then.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think