Beautiful Mess

Fiery eyes had finally drifted closed and the pounding in her head had subsided. She wasn't sleeping, not really, just resting her eyes. Her ear flicked as she heard someone approaching and the Archer wondered who would be brave enough to approach her in her current state. An eye cracked, brow arched questioningly before the voice registered in her ears.

The woman pushed up to her feet, tail arching high and barely managing a wave before her body was in motion, a growl was offered in lieu of words as she bodily slammed into her husband, aiming to tackle him to the ground and more than make up for lost time.

and everything faded to black.

“Speech”