It's The Place To Be

Feeling his strong, reassuring arms fold around her was something Mariah hadn't expected, but she found herself melting into his touch anyway. It felt right - natural, even. Despite the careful way he held her, there was a firmness and certainty to his touch that spoke of his quiet resolve and strength. It was comforting to her, providing a soothing balm to the chaos that stirred within her heart.

With her back pressed against his solid chest, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeats, a gentle thrum that vibrated through her very core. It grounded her, kept her anchored in the reality of the moment as opposed to the whirlwind of emotions threatening to sweep her away. His scent enveloped her, a mix of musk and earth and something uniquely Cerberus. It was intoxicating, sending a shiver down her spine as she inhaled deeply. She found herself tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder, her gaze fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. It was a moment of tenderness between them, a brief respite amidst the chaos of their lives, and Mariah treasured it. She could almost forget about the impending departure, the reality that their paths were diverging.

In the silence of their shared embrace, she could hear the whisper of the plains around them, the gentle rustle of grass swaying in the evening breeze, and the far-off calls of night creatures beginning their nocturnal routines. The world around them was moving, living, and vibrant, yet there was a sense of stillness within their shared bubble. It was as if time had slowed to a crawl for them, allowing them this brief moment of respite, and she couldn’t let it pass. Not without trying.

With a steadying breath, Mariah angled her face upward towards Cerberus. Her silver eyes, reflecting the faint glow of the moonlight, opened to meet his own. For a moment, she merely held his gaze - an unspoken conversation conducted in silence. Then, before she could change her mind, she closed the gap between them. Her head turned aside, her muzzle seeking his in a tender kiss. It was a show of vulnerability, an admission of the feelings that had been quietly simmering within.

"Mariah Mendacium"