I'm Sorry That Your Life Turned Out This Way

He comes into contact with her, and she leans into his touch. He promises to stay, and it is a promise she needs. Her head lifts, muzzle dipping into the side of his neck. She cannot control herself, needing his presence, needing him in the most primal of ways. He can make the raw edges of her hurt fade, if only in a passion filled moment. Vibrant orange seeks to connect with deep teal; be with me tonight, she thinks. "Syrinx..." she gasps, a summons, a demand from the goddess within. She feels a spark of something igniting, perhaps a return of old feelings to her bones.