Intoxicated I Love You

Life was strange, funny, and littered with irony. A prime example might be how Iskra had lately found herself traveling less, sticking more to central Boreas for the better part of the last season while Dragon made trips here and there. She'd happily check in with him, determined not to disappear the way she had before, but the starry woman had no real interest in traveling north for a few reasons not the least of which was that her fur simply wasn't thick enough to hang out there a lot. Too much time spent in warmer climates maybe?

Wandering aimlessly through the barren trees was both beautiful and a little sad. Honestly, Iskra preferred the lovely colors and liveliness of spring. Winter just looked so dreary unless it was actively snowing and you had a nice sledding spot available. Speaking of dreary, Iskra caught a welcome and familiar scent and followed it to a somewhat mopey looking Dragon.

"Cheer up, otherwise I hear your face might stick like that," she cautioned playfully, trotting closer to seat herself beside him.