Maybe it's a dream

She took another sip of the wine, so perhaps it was growing on her. He smiled fondly at the woman across from him as he watched her tip the bottle. Thinking… thoughts he shouldn’t be allowing himself. Not when he had already given such a grand speech about how he wasn’t ready. Seeing her lick the wine from her lips was giving him second thoughts.

He struggled to bring his thoughts back around to practical matters when she spoke of alliances and gifts. He raised a surprised brow. “Opening with a gift is almost a traditional approach. For trade alliances, it’s like a taste of what your people are capable of, and a show of good intention. I often began trade meetings with a gift” He explained, thinking of the short time he had spent as captain of his trade ship. The beginning of what had intended to be long years.

“Always, Wren.” He said, his voice catching a little on it as he moved a paw forward, touching it to the top of her own. “We’re in this together, right?”


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