Behind the curtain

“This is the only home I want” she admitted, her soft voice holding nothing but certainty. It might be strange and overwhelming, and not exactly as she pictured it. But this castle was the only place in the world she wanted to be. Armada had only ever felt like a halfway house, a stepping stone to her journey here. Just seeing Art and Briars joy in their arrival, and getting to share in a little bit of that. It was all she wanted.

As for the drunken night in the Armada, Lia remembered only stitching up Art's wounds, sharing a drink, and zonking out shortly after. Not that she’d made her first pass on him since his awkwardness the day he had purchased her. She waited as he placed himself on the soft grass before her, and then she leaned over him, and began to rub his shoulders. Her delicate paws looked for any signs of tightness in his muscles, and found more than she expected. She frowned as she dug her paws into each spot. Taking her time to carefully work out the kinks. She could almost ignore how soft his beautiful coat was, or how she had missed the woody cedar of his scent, with the tangy of salt from his life by the ocean. “Have you been stressed a lot, recently?’ she found herself wondering.


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