champagne's for celebrating

Though Thalia had cared to learn about how the raid had gone, suddenly thoughts of this Acere were slipping from her mind. Focusing on anything tangible felt very difficult. Theory was sore but unharmed, which was what ultimately mattered to her. Instead of reflecting on the raid she found herself thinking of a possible rematch. As cocky as Thalia had been at their first meeting... well, she still was confident in herself, but who was she to deny Theory's merits as a warrior? She had led her pack to victory against an aggressor. Thalia had no doubt she'd put up a fight, and could very well win if she wasn't careful - and maybe even if she was. Regardless of the outcome, thinking of such a fight was making her heart hammer wildly in her chest, echoing so loudly in her ears that she wasn't sure she'd even be able to get out her next question.

Theory said she'd get out of Thalia wanted to. "We can always go back in after," she reminded her, though wasn't quite sure what she meant. After what? After they laid together? The image was equal parts comforting and nauseating. Thalia followed her, practically obedient as she beckoned her closer and out of the rain under the shelter of a tree. Theory's words made an odd warmth flood her entire body, to the point where she practically felt her legs begin to quiver. My little island creature, she'd called her, and Thalia found herself grinning wryly. "We're doing well enough," she started, trying to think. Her mind was terrifyingly far from the Abraxas when she was in Theory's presence. Slowly she laid herself down at Theory's back, more bold now in the way she fit herself perfectly against her, letting her muzzle drape over her shoulder. "My brother Saren has returned home, which I didn't expect. I'm not sure he's fully on board with things but I do hope he stays this time. I missed him." Admitting how much him leaving would hurt her... was hard to even tell herself, let alone tell Theory.