Wash my dreams away

Of all the calls that could possibly come her way, Scylla hadn't expected Saracyn's voice to ring out of the blue. It stopped the cobalt woman in her tracks and she turned, looking over her shoulder in the direction of the call as though to discern if it truly was the red brute summoning her. In the end she turned and made her way towards the border.

As the foliage around the rapids parted, Scylla's black and blue eyes landed upon the familiar red figure. Yep, it was Saracyn indeed. She wasn't as emotional as most women, so seeing him didn't immediately rip open old wounds or bring tears to her eyes. Nothing like that. Seeing him wasn't the end of the world. A smile curled up the corners of the striped woman's maw that was both friendly and predatory. "Saracyn," she greeted with a purr, sitting on her side of the border marking just to be a brat.

Mismatched eyes roamed over the bruised strawberry blatantly. Openly. Lasciviously. She wouldn't be Scylla if she didn't do such things. Really, he should expect it by now, after all they'd been through.

One paw waved lazily through the air as she continued to speak. "I assumed your father would tell you that everything was fine. Perhaps he forgot. He was a little distracted when he left." Mischievous challenge sparkled in the Sovereigns eyes as she sought to get a rise out of the brute that she could have loved.

"Scylla"