Find What's Good

Reila wasn't expecting Chimera's own touch to her face, or maybe it was that she didn't know there was more clay spots on her. Either way, she felt that flutter of intimacy as Chimera did as she did to him even if touched in completely different ways. That seemed to be where she drew the line. She wouldn't have before, but now...

She let Chimera clean off her face, her gaze downwards towards his chest but if only for a few seconds her eyes looked up at him with more heated and tempting tones. She dropped them back down though, and when Chimera was done she took another few seconds before rising up and outside of the river to shake off her pelt.

She did look back at him before heading back into the camp that was right next door. She slid the sleds of clay over the the rocky backboards of the falls, covering the divot in shrubbery so that the clay wouldn't dry out. With the evening coming around, they could work on more pots tomorrow. She may have been diverting from Chimera really, maybe it seemed that way or maybe it didn't. She checked the pot she had set by the fire, taking it over to the cart that would be used to haul back to Fenmyre. And finally she laid down in front of the fire, trying not to get too lost in the flames.

"Reila"