little shadow's bed and breakfast

Eris didn’t hide her inebriation very well as she bubbled enthusiastically and told him that she too felt lucky. Her reasoning surprised him and his ears pulled tighter to his head, he was certainly no hero. ”Heros are selfless, Eris…” His voice was soft, and he had no real intention of breaking her illusions of him. He dropped the subject and continued to listen to her sweet voice as she went on. He felt tingles go up his spine as she said him name three times. She wiggled beneath his head then, eager to share with him the sign for his name in Ademic. He tried to commit it to memory, but he wasn’t sure if he could.

”What’s yours?” He asked as he nuzzled the soft fur behind her ears with his rusty nose again. His own high was mellow, and seemed to creep up on him. All at once he fell like he was falling into the mossy bed. What was his favorite sight? ”My mother’s smile.” He lied, though it was a close second. Nysa almost never smiled at him and he could remember three instances his whole life that she had smiled for him. What was really his favorite was when he’d come upon Eris’ backside. Her front all stuck in the quicksand while her white marked tail waved frantically.

”Finding you in the quicksand is close though,” He whispered almost as an afterthought. Only a little while ago he didn’t even know Eris existed. Now he clung to her with a ferocity he hadn’t known was possible.