partying partying yeah

Rhyme enjoyed the embrace much more than he ought have, but there was a soft smile on his face and a beautiful woman in his arms. No matter how much he wanted her there at his chest he still felt guilt tug at his elbow. Was this the right thing to do? Should he jump in head first when he had just suffered so heavily? She was like a balm against his pain, the tighter he held her the less of it he was forced to feel.

They lingered there, he wasn’t sure for how long. He held onto her as long as she’d let him, unabashed in the face of the pack as they mulled about the festival. He wondered for a moment what his daughters might think of their proximity. Far too soon Samara slipped from his grasp, her dainty form quickly shifted to face him. Their size difference was astounding, but as she looked up at him Rhyme was sure they became the only wolves in the world.

”No?” He questioned softly before she began to explain herself. ”A dance?” A season ago he could hardly keep himself on his feet, and now Rara wanted to dance with him. ”That.. That would be lovely. I accept this dance, Ms. Klein.” He relinquished, dark lips pulling back as he rose and followed after his partner. The ravens continued their music and as he followed her to the clearing they began a slow and sweet melody.