Frozen Fragments

Thorne · (This post was last modified: 12-14-2018, 07:38 AM by Thorne.)

The presence of another is quickly made known. At once, Thorne is alert. A million thoughts flash through her mind: glinting teeth inches from her throat, a pair of sharp yellow eyes glowing starkly against the shadows, a vindictive laugh echoing through the treetops. She whirls with the grace of a trained fighter, hackles bristling, fully prepared to attack. And then, at once, she can feel her defences melt away.

The dragon sheds her claws and teeth and lowers her defences. For a silver miracle paces across the ice towards her, beautiful and dangerous in all her glory. Eisleif. She can almost feel herself drawn to the fae’s side, like a moth to a flame, but she doesn’t resist. When the pair meet, the mahogany women aims to embrace her lover, burrowing her nose in the maiden’s shoulder and drinking in her sweet scent.
“Silver warrior” she purrs, eyes peering into the women’s face. “How have you been?”.

For a moment, she scans her lover for injury, then, satisfied, turns away. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her lover to take care of herself; she knew that Eisleif was fully capable of doing so. However, despite this knowledge, she couldn’t completely bat away the worry. A drawback of caring for someone so adamantly, she supposed.

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