You're My Fire

The night really was theirs. The sounds of the celebration faded as the two of them made their retreat. Vail felt those familiar butterflies rise up in her belly as the center of her world came to focus entirely on Solor. This really was love. The two of them enjoyed a drink or two together, the feeling of the alcohol warmed her alabaster form. Solor's closeness did the same. As she hummed softly his tail entangled with her own. She smiled brightly as he took the lead, guiding her gently.

Leaves crunched under her paws as the last bit of voices settled and the sounds of the autumn night reclaimed their place.

"I hadn't thought about it before now, do you want me to take your name?" She asked softly, though the elation in her voice was obvious. Vail also hoped her new husband might be leading her towards the den. She hadn't drank much, but she was starting to feel it now. Her slyph of a body had a lot tolerance and she was already losing her footing. Not that she would admit the fact to her beloved. She was living on cloud nine, everything was perfect in the moment.