Along the Shoreline

*Raisa* · 02-14-2014, 05:50 PM

The woman's crass language brought a smile to Raisa's face and a wind chime laugh bubbling up form within. If Raisa had ever used that language in the presence of another royal and her mother had heard, she probably wouldn't have lived to see this day. Yet here Virgil sat, an impressive force in the land, proud and regal, and defying the norm. Raisa found it invigorating. The compliment thrilled her as well, of course, and Raisa could not help but lean into the interaction. It seemed to flow so easily! Sure, her and Fugue had their understandings and got on quite well, but this sort of combustive flow existed only between the two faes. Fugue could not hope to understand. Raisa's eyes were bright and danced with mirth. "Not just away, but moving the fuck away, I see." She let the profanity slide off her tongue like a morsel sweetly relinquished. "Though I'm afraid congratulations aren't in order just yet, we are but a band now. I'd thought to settle in the east, however, when the time comes." The boulder fields and moors reminded her of the rearing grounds in her homeland, not to mention provided an abundance of lookout points and cover. With time they would expand, surely, but until that moment came she had resigned herself to taking it slow. She turned her laughing gaze back to the woman at hand, allowing it to run over her figure. "Where then might I expect to find you next? My little jaunts would be much harder without knowing." She restrained a wink. Perhaps their visits would become regular, in time. The thought was odd, but pleasing nonetheless.

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