Set Fire to the Rain

Flamesong asked her to eat something, and as she felt the plant nudge her nose she smiled gratefully at him, and swiped her tongue out to gather the plant up. The plant tasted cold, somehow, as she chewed it, in an unaccountable way reminding her of the chill of her northern home. The taste made her strangely homesick, wondering if she'd ever see, actually see, her beautiful packlands again, and she wondered idly if Flamesong had a magic herb that would fix the sight she was becoming more and more convinced was gone.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm the fear that was fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. Flamesong's words proved a welcome distraction, and she cocked her head just a little, quizzically, just as his tongue grazed her muzzle. She stilled, her heart feeling like it skipped a beat. Had he..? "I-if you mean that I convinced you to get yourself out of the storm, I am glad," she replied with as much humor as she could muster through her surprise. "The last thing I would want would be for you to catch a cold or worse out in that."

She leaned against him, shyly maneuvering as best she could without sight so that her head rested on his legs, tucked up against him, her tail draped over his. She found herself worried that he'd reject her hesitant snuggling, that the lick had been imagined, a product of her head injury, that he'd be the one to suddenly see sense and recall that she was Tortugan, not Valhallan...



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