Douse This Fire

The roaring of the falls had drowned out all traces of sound as she followed the bank of the stream up to the pool where the water collected, leaving her isolated in her own little world while she gathered the supplies for the castle pharmacy. Syanna glanced over the water, briefly wondering if the cool liquid would held ease the ache she felt, and was seriously considering taking a little dip when her eyes caught sight of movement in her peripheral. Green eyes snapped up to find Ezra's large form lumbering up to the opposite side of the pool, their gazes meeting. Her heart stopped beating, a momentary thrill of panic making her body tense while he approached the water's edge with a smile—a smile that tweaked something inside her, hard.

She swallowed hard while he greeted her, keeping her gaze cautious and guarded on him while he spoke. In all honesty, she had no reason to be reacting this way. Ezra had done nothing to make her suspect him of any ill motives nor believe he would intend any harm to her. But this time felt different. She saw him differently. He was a massive, muscular male who had followed her, a vulnerable fae in heat in all regards, out to an isolated place. Why? What on earth was he doing following her out here?! He had no reason to be here! That prickly defensiveness started to rear its ugly head while she tried to resist looking over his tremendous body and not think about all the things he could do to her simply by wanting it. Her tail jerked in anxious swishes, the only indication of her nerves while she held his gaze, a mouthful of valerian root still clutched in her jaws.

After he had spoken, Syanna casually slipped the herbs into her satchel and fixed Ezra with a trepidatious glance, silently grateful for the body of water between them—though she knew it was a meager barrier at best. "Hi, Ezra. You're looking much better. I'm sorry, I've just been... busy with things." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth either. While she'd thrown herself into her duties to distract herself from her unabating urges, it had also been to keep her away from any brutes that might want to get their noses—and other parts of their anatomy—beneath her tail. "What are you doing out here?" She wasn't trying to be unfriendly or cold, which was why she was still holding conversation with him, but she wasn't letting her guard down either. Males his size couldn't be trusted.

"Syanna Alluráin"