Trippin' on skies

There is a flash in the darkness.

A hint of blue lying in the shadows, so brief that Thorne, raising her head at once to follow the movement, wonders if she simply imagined it. But no-there. A she-wolf across the lake, fireflies whizzing past her as they dance above the smooth, inky surface. For a moment, Thorne can merely stare. The woman is beautiful, both elegant and strong, and those bright blue eyes...they steal the very breath from the mahogany fae.

She quickly snaps back to herself, however, straightening abruptly and lifting her chin to properly regard the woman. Any hint of her momentary awe is now masked beneath a curious, if indifferent, stare. She simply watches the stranger for a few heartbeats, contemplating the distance between them, the awkwardness that would surely ensue should she attempt to call across the water.

A few heartbeats pass, then she steps forward, placing a single paw into the water. The temperature is a cold shock, and Thorne resists the urge to shrink away. Instead, she slowly wades into the lake, letting the water slip over her back and shoulders. With an elegant stride, she ventures to the middle of the water and pauses, raising her eyes to the star studded sky. She drinks it in, relishing the crisp night air, before returning her eyes to the silver fae.

Silently, she cocks a brow. An invitation.