And So We Meet

Fern walked with Ramsay, making an effort to keep her gait smooth and sultry. Her bushy tail flicked his haunch every once in a while, a faint reminder that she was here and real and the boy had all her attention. Fern felt Ramsay pressing himself against her, eager to remove distance between them. The scent of flowers remained in her nostrils, mixed with that of Ramsay. He thanked her for joining him-- how polite-- and she deigned it a phrase she should respond to. "Thank you for inviting me. I'm more than eager to... spend more time with you."
The pause was deliberate, leaving him wondering what else could have fit in that space for a moment before she finished her sentence.
The boy seemed to be in quite a hurry. Where was he itching to go? Perhaps he was just wanting to move, to get his... energy out. Then he asked her a question, to which she was about to respond before he continued, which shut her mouth and warped it into a toothy grin. Adventurous, eh?
"Oh, I love adventure. Don't get me started on that. What qualifies as adventure, though? I can't say anything can be considered adventurous without a hint of danger. Perhaps more than just a hint." She glanced at him sidelong, meeting his olive eyes. "I like to go places where danger is imminent. Is there anywhere you have in mind? A dangerous and adventurous place?"
She felt his side against hers, could practically feel the thickness of the words between them. She felt the charm on her ear waving in the breeze, could sense every whisper of wind that brushed her whiskers as she waited for his response.