Seaside Appreciation

The day had been spent in preparation. Meat had been sliced into cubes and marinated in various herbs and spices. Sticks had been ground sharp. A fire had been started, stoked, and left to burn down to coals. The tide wasn't due for a while, so there was definitely time to show Roan just how much she'd come to appreciate him.

"Almost there," the small wolf spoke to the much larger man. She didn't tell him exactly where she was taking him, but he would follow anyway. The pair had grown quite close. There were things that they shared that others simply wouldn't understand. Their similarities had pulled them together, but so had their differences. They just fit. Iolaire felt more whole with Roan than she had in a long, long time. Being with him made her realize just how horrid her first relationship had been. Yrionne hadn't appreciated her at all. She'd just been some dainty little prize. 'Den candy.' The realization helped to put a lot of things into perspective. It definitely hammered home the fact that she genuinely cared for the black and silver man.

She'd placed the fire at the border between grass and sand. If the tide did decide to surprise them, it wouldn't come back this far. They could warm themselves on the sun-heated sand for a while before that heat gave way to the cool of night. When things did become a little chill, they would still have the fire. She'd also brought her thick, oxen hide skin. Io was fully prepared.