falling victim to your fantasy

The song had been amazing the other night. It was truly the greatest thing she's ever heard...and she felt so blushy as to hearing his voice. It was smooth, beautiful, professional. That man truly wasn't anything ordinary. But that being in a good way...like saying the king was unique. Special. She couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt the same way toward her...or maybe it was just Wren and her habit to growing easily hot in the face by the slightest charm. Eh. He probably knew that by now. But they were friends as of now. Good friends. And she hoped these meetings would even continue after this unplanned one. Heh...Bass probably saw it coming.
Wren had taken a little nap in her tree den planted within the Lover's Mangrove. It was a pretty day- but she just felt a bit tired. Her neck wound from the latest spar with the purple queen also burned and stung-...but it was gradually healing. Really the babe should have visited Symphony or Novel to help it heal quicker. But more things were on her mind. Not as important as her wound...but Bass. Abaven.
Today the woman had planned to travel to the border again to see Bass. Well- the Hot Springs border. She didn't know what they would do, may it be singing, swimming, or just sitting and talking. Either way she wanted to see his face again. Those liquid gold eyes and that pretty little brown diamond painted neatly upon the top of his muzzle. After all, what would be friendship without tons of visits? The only thing she hoped wouldn't happen would be him getting a bit annoyed of her, or straight out saying no more visits because he is busy. The thought made the girl wince as she calmly squeezed from the warmth of her den, turning in the direction of the Hot Springs. Her inky black lips played a weak smile before she lowered down to stretch and shake her fur out. Then, she began to run, avoiding large roots and rocks that could possibly trip her. But after a few minutes she arrived at nearly the same place as last meeting. Tail waving in the air like an excited puppy, Wren would tip her head back and summon her friend from Abaven.

"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"