Kismet leaned down to hug her and Warja welcomed the contact. He felt real. Present. Having him there--right there--was grounding. She spent a great deal of the time with her head in the clouds; sure, reality was ever present and demanded her attention, but it didn't stop her from going on the grandest adventures her mind's eye could paint. Of course, they were a poor substitute for the real thing, but they would have to do until she could make her fantasies a reality. Kismet, with his solemnity and reason, was like a tether. He kept her from floating away. And, as she was sure he would point out if asked, he kept her from getting carried away. She couldn't begin to speculate on what he got in return.
"So, what do you want to do?" Ah, yes. The next step in their reunion. Gleefully, Warja would wrack her brain for something to do. Her first inclination was--duh--an adventure of some kind, but what? She knew every inch of Mount Volkan and while the terra had its merits it wasn't really a place where one ventured for fun. "Hmmm...." she mused aloud, eyes growing distant. Slowly a smirk began to pull up one corner of her mouth. An idea was forming, carrying with it memories of awe and terror. Warja's gaze sharpened and she fixed glittery eyes on Kismet. "Wanna do something dangerous?"
