Breakfast in Bed

Sibyl seemed tickled by having been given a gift. She called Fel generous and the dark woman chuckled darkly. "Only when I want something, darling." At the mention of a kiss, the garnet eyed fae's smoldered. "Is that your price? You're worth much more than that, love. But... as you wish." Since Sibyl had moved closer, it was an easy feat to bring one obsidian paw up to cup the pale beauties chin. Fel gently turned the womans head as she brought their lips together. It was nothing extravagant. A mere brushing of her silken lips over Sibyls. She didn't want to give it all away right out of the gate. Fel did maintain eye contact through the whole ordeal, heavily lashed eyes dropping to half mast as they started into the other womans lavender depths. With that done, she released Sibyl, allowing her to collect her bison meat and begin her meal.

Fel brought her attention to Azriel then as he thanked her for the meal. No doubt his price was much steeper than a mere kiss, though she would gladly have given him one as well just to see the reaction on his handsome features. As he mentioned the difficulty that she must have gone through, Fel simply gave a noncommittal shrug. They were back to playing their game and he was digging for information. Too easy. He'd have to try harder.

As the pair began to feed, Sibyl on her bison and Azriel on his hare, thre dark lady scanned about for an ideal place to rest. Nearby was a flat rock with a beam of sunlight shining directly on it. It was as though Abraxas himself had parted the clouds just for her. Moving to the stone, Fel sprawled upon it, hind legs stretched out behind her. Front legs crossed. The warmth of the stone soaked into her dark belly and the woman gave a sigh of content.

Azriel soon asked what was in the flask and hoped that it was strong. "Stronger than water, I assure you." She gave her muzzle a push in the direction of the flask. "Some simple summer mead that I happened to come across. It's nice to drink something other than water every so often. Don't you agree?" Would he agree heartily, showing the potential for alcoholism? A simple dig, but not all moves had to be power moves.