Trippin' on skies

Dawn light slowly seeps into the sky, turning midnight hues to gold and rose. Thorne draws away gently as they part, eyes moving to drink in the sight. For a moment, she is silent, sighing in contentment. She is filled with satisifaction and lingering adrenaline, and something else, something...warmer. It thrums through her veins as she turns back to Eislief. The sight of the fae stills her breath. Dripping with water, shrouded in silver, dawn light glinting off her fur. She looked...perfect came to mind.

It is the woman's voice that snaps her back to reality. Thorne glances at the pebbly shore waiting a few lengths away, basked in early morning light. A small grin tugs at the ebony flesh of her lips as she begins to wade forward. "That can be arranged" she murmurs teasingly, aiming to gently press her nose to the fae's cheek as she passes. A gesture of affection. Her paws find the shore and she pulls herself out in one graceful movement, fur dripping with water. Pausing, she glances over her shoulder to ensure that her companion has reached the shore as well.