Swing Life Away-Ghost- [MATURE]

The dames heat had come upon her quickly, but it barely effected the fae. She acted as the same aloof creature. Regal, calm, collected, vacant. The only time her heat had been acted upon, she had been raped, by her own kin no less. She ignored it to the best of her ability... but now she supposed she shouldn't surely all who inhabited the area would smell such a musk. Would Segar come for her? Would Octavian? Would there be an epic battle of bloodshed and death to determine a winner? She hoped not. Neither knight deserved to be wounded for her sake.

She glided through the trees with ease, the voices, a constant murmur in the back of her cranium, but not overbearing, she was at peace, at ease. Her bodice weaved through the trees, fur and flesh as always, perfect, flawless. She had no destination in mind, merely wandering until the pounding of pads against the earth reached her ears. She paused and turned, audits swiveling forward in attention as Segar burst into her vision, almost slamming into her. A gentle smile curled the corners of her mouth.

"Good day Segar. Where are you off too in such a hurry?" She chuckled softly, quietly. Bemused at his heaving chest and slightly disoriented appearance. Surely he was not rushing to her.