You Can't Fight ... Gravity ...

She wasn’t anticipating the sudden kiss he caught her with. His lips were warm and comforting against hers, and for the split second of contact, she forgot to breathe. It was the simple fact that he had taken her by surprise that he managed to interrupt all of her other thought processes. She didn’t have time to register his words. And as it turned out, his kiss wasn’t his only surprise.

Talyssa's pale gaze widened as Quill disappeared over the edge. She rushed towards the precipice, her heart in her throat. She hadn't expected this type of adventure--the danger of it, the sheer thrill that came with a heel-of-the-paw moment. Below, a splash resounded, echoing up the cavernous walls of the Crystal Cathedral. The tinkling of water droplets against stone sounded like faraway chimes in a windstorm, eerie and beautiful.

Her eyes scanned the ripples on the water's surface, searching for any sign of Quill. Then he surfaced, his muscular form cutting through the water with ease, his dark silhouette a stark contrast against the luminosity of the pool beneath. His large head broke free from the crystal depths, water cascading off his coat as he tread water. “Are you crazy!?” She yelled down at him, her voice carried away by the echoes of the cave.

"Talyssa Carpathius"