Night has fallen, when she enters; a creature of curiosity, Thorne strides forward with evident purpose, eyes drinking in every detail. A lake, rimmed with thick vegetation, spreads out before her, rippling in the evening breeze. It is quite remarkable, suggesting nothing of particular interest. However, as the fae moves closer, a sharp movement catches her eye.

A tiny ball of shimmering light, glowing warmly beneath the star speckled sky, bobs elegantly above the dark water, casting a bright glow upon its glossy surface. Eyes wide with surprise, Thorne finds herself drawn closer, even as the water laps at her paws. Those bright cerulean orbs the tiny ball's movement as it moves about, savouring the beauty and simplicity of such a wonder.

Suddenly, a second appears, almost identical to the first, and then another, and then another. Soon, a large collection of tiny, glowing balls have appeared, whizzing about the lake with other-wordly grace. All the while, Thorne watches, simply transfixed at the sight.

The woman always felt more comfortable with the frigidity of the North, but as Autumn fell across the land she ventured further South. Strong paws carried her to lands unknown, but all the while she took in the scenery around her for future reference. Eisleif had her doubts she would linger here in the East for very long, home would always be in the snow. Darkness began to fall around her as she approached the edge of a lake. The glowing insects that danced and flittered about were somewhat rare in the lands of her origin, so she took the moment to enjoy the magic around her. Not to be one easily caught off guard she was quick to notice the other form across the water’s surface. Her brilliant blue gaze fell on the stranger and she assessed her from afar. A she wolf, shorter than herself and far from peak condition was in similar awe of their surroundings. Normally Eisleif might scorn such frivolous behavior, but she had caught herself doing the same only moments before. The striped woman remained silent as she watched the other wolf, debating if contact would be appropriate. ""

There is a flash in the darkness.

A hint of blue lying in the shadows, so brief that Thorne, raising her head at once to follow the movement, wonders if she simply imagined it. But no-there. A she-wolf across the lake, fireflies whizzing past her as they dance above the smooth, inky surface. For a moment, Thorne can merely stare. The woman is beautiful, both elegant and strong, and those bright blue eyes...they steal the very breath from the mahogany fae.

She quickly snaps back to herself, however, straightening abruptly and lifting her chin to properly regard the woman. Any hint of her momentary awe is now masked beneath a curious, if indifferent, stare. She simply watches the stranger for a few heartbeats, contemplating the distance between them, the awkwardness that would surely ensue should she attempt to call across the water.

A few heartbeats pass, then she steps forward, placing a single paw into the water. The temperature is a cold shock, and Thorne resists the urge to shrink away. Instead, she slowly wades into the lake, letting the water slip over her back and shoulders. With an elegant stride, she ventures to the middle of the water and pauses, raising her eyes to the star studded sky. She drinks it in, relishing the crisp night air, before returning her eyes to the silver fae.

Silently, she cocks a brow. An invitation.

The Viking woman couldn't help her curiosity as she watched the wolf across the water. No words would be spoken between them, but both seemed to study the other. Enough distance lingered between them that spoken word might ruin the quiet of the night. With the fireflies all around her and the soft echo of an owl in the forest behind Eislief might have thought herself in Fólkvangr. But no, life still beat through her veins. 

Eislief continued to observe the woman, holding herself at the ready. She looked not of the northern kind, but still held a strength that hinted she had been through her own ordeals. The Finnvi felt a bit of a shock go through her as the opposite she wolf entered into the chilling waters of the lake. She felt an amused smile creep over her features as she took her own few steps to the edge of the water. 

Their eyes met then, and Eisleif was sure the other woman wished her to join in the midnight swim. With only a few moments debating herself Eis decided and dipped her coal black toes into the water, keeping he eyes on the other she wolf the whole time. With a final internal push she let herself slip fully into the water. 

Her plush coat was soaked, but much like wool she remained warm despite the wetness. Remaining silent her paws tread the water to bring her more near the cinnamon woman. She felt loathe to disturb the silence as she swam closer, curiosity still evident on her features.

Beneath the silver moonlight, the woman glides into the water, her elegant form cutting through the inky darkness like a beacon. Heart hammering, Thorne stands silently, her tail swaying gently through the water, conjuring tiny ripples across the glossy surface. Those bright blue orbs observe the approaching fae with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, but she doesn’t utter a single word until they are facing each other, a comfortable distance and cool lake water between them.

For a moment, the mahogany she-wolf merely studies her companion, tracing the lines of her face with a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She takes a single pace forward, paws churning at the water, lips parting to offer a name.

Suddenly, a flash of light bursts before her eyes. Thorne blinks in surprise, eyebrows shooting upwards, as a tiny firefly balances precariously atop her ebony nose. A soft, low chuckle rumbles in the fae’s chest, and she glances again at the women, aiming to catch her eye. A heartbeat later, the firefly has disappeared, presumably rejoining its companions in their ethereal dance.

Eyes twinkling, Thorne aims to lean forward slightly, not to make the women uncomfortable, but to merely let herself be probably heard over the water, lapping at the lakeshore. ”Thorne” she murmurs in a soft, raspy whisper, as though sharing a secret. A flash of teeth in the darkness, a small grin. ”What brings you here, creature of the night?”.

Her lithe form slipped into the dark water with ease, and she with held a gasp at the shock of the chilly water. For a long moment her claws dug into the muddy ground beneath the lake's surface as she drew more near the stranger. Eisleif kept her blue gaze on the unknown woman, curious about her even more now that she had invited her into the water. She kept herself poised and ready, she'd never fought in the water before but the prospect did more than intrigue her. Of course she wouldn't be the first to attack, but if the woman wanted a spar Eisleif wasn't going to turn her down. 

The two she wolves were drawn more near, Eisleif expected the other woman to speak but there was a sudden flash. The Finnvi woman was Taken into the bioluminescent magic as the lightning bug flashed between them before dancing away. Her dark ears were flicked forward at the sound of the soft chuckle. Her gaze was caught by the other's bright blue orbs and she felt her lips pull up in a faint smile. 

She would not be deterred as the stranger leaned closer, just as determined to keep the quiet of the night. The whisper in her ear brought forth the name of the one who had summoned her into the water. Thorne, with no surname apparent. Eisleif felt herself relax further at the smile dancing on the sorrel woman's features as she asked her purpose. The Finnvi found herself mirroring the expression, perplexed by Thorne's whispers. 

"I am no creature of the night," she whispered back in her heavy accent. "Eisleif Finnvi, Viking of the North. Traveling the lands of Boreas, seeking those of similar values. Servants, followers, slaves.. Companions." she raised her eyebrows at the last of the words. This woman did not strike her as one to lay down and be claimed by another. "What is it you seek, Thorne of the lake?" her voice remained low as she too drew more near her pleasant company.

The women is utterly captivating. As Thorne stands in silence, studying the fae's every movement, she finds herself helplessly transfixed by every word spoken. Her heart slams against her ribcage, beating fervently. "A conqueror" she muses softly to the women's reply, eyes never leaving the piercing blue of her companion. "A women of power. A queen, perhaps?". A curious smirk hooks one corner of her mouth, curling in a half grin akin to that of the chesire cat. In this moment, she could truly see this women as a queen. Not the kind who were prissy and spoiled, relying on the servants to tend to her every superficial whim, but the kind who dominated, who sat atop a throne of skulls, who radiated power wherever she went.

Stepping another pace, Thorne aims to shift slightly closer, should the fae allow. For her next words are a quiet utter, spoken with deliberate care. "I want to burn". Her eyes dance in the moonlight, like livid blue flames. "With desire. With contempt. With passion. I want to be ravaged". Her voice is but a whisper, as gentle as a lover's caress. "Tell me, Eisleif Finnvi: Do you echo my sentiments?".

Eisleif kept her eyes on the woman who invited her into the water. Thorne's attention taken completely by the Viking. She couldn't help the amused grin the crept up her features, Eisleif enjoyed capturing the woman's thoughts. She keeps hold of the similar icy gaze, unwilling to be the one to back away from the connection. Thorne replies with continued whispers, and Eisleif feels sure she can see admiration in her opposing eyes. She would hardly consider herself a queen with no kingdom, but with followers like this woman the feeling came much more easily. 

She wouldn't rebuke the closeness Thorne offered, even with the feeling of being whisked away by flattery. Eisleif closed the distance even further, wanting them to be so close she could feel Thorne's breath on her lips. Still holding her gaze, and still wearing a confident grin she listened to the husky words. As Thorne's words trailed off Eisleif aimed to put her charcoal lips at the she wolf's ear. She chuckled softly with the question, wanting much more than to echo. 

"I vill set the blaze." Her accented voice was sickly sweet, "I vill ravage," Eisleif attempted to nibble at the sensitive flesh of Thorne's ear with her last word. The fireflies seemed to grow brighter as she continued. "I vill never be the echo." Her voice sounded almost triumphant as she aimed to push her chest against Thorne's own. "You sound ambitious, Thorne." Dare she seek out the woman as a follower? Or were her interests only contained within the night? "Vill you be my shield maiden for the night or do you seek greater glories?" She continued to whisper in the woman's ear if allowed, but retreats after her question was asked. Wanting again to keep her brilliant moonlit gaze on Thorne's similar eyes.

A shiver runs down her spine at the woman’s touch, and she leans into it, sighing contentedly. ”Ambition may kiss the corners of my heart, but perhaps it is you that has piqued my interest”. A teasing wink. “Regardless, it would be a gift, just to set eyes on you again after tonight”. The words are a hushed murmur, breathed against the curve of the fae’s ear. Thorne finds herself drawn closer, moving almost not of her own accord. It is as though the silver maiden is a magnet, pulling her ever closer. Ebony lashes flutter closed as she leans into each touch, relishing every heartbeat spent together.

”I want to blaze beside you” she whispers, aiming to gently run her tail down the silver woman’s thigh, should she allow. Her voice is thick and lilting. ”I want to stand by you. To not only assist in your ascent but revel in it. In you”. Teeth flash through the shadows. She can feel her heart pound. Burn me. Scorch me with the fire that courses through your veins.

A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips, and her eyes flash vibrantly through the dark. ”But first, perhaps a sample of the benefits that might ensue from such a decision?”.

Thorne leaned into her touch and Eisleif became more bold with her movements at the acceptance of her affections. She felt her lips pull up into a grin at the other woman’s words, bringing a tingling to her toes and a flush to her belly. As Thorne pushed herself closer Eisleif moved to bring her front paw from the depths and drape the dark furred appendage over Thorne’s shoulders to claim her further. She felt a chill run down her spine as the other female’s intact tail ran along her submerged thigh, excitement welled in her breast at the touch. She chuckled in a low pitch as their whispers continued and Thorne offered herself up to the Viking goddess. She again aimed to nibble at her companion’s ear, soothing the rough touch with a sweet kiss after. A needy growl bubbled up from her chest at Thorne’s last words. ”You shall have me, and I you.” She murmured as she attempted to envelope the mahogany woman. Eisleif felt herself wanting this woman, tonight… forever. ”Let me show you vhat I have to offer…” Eisleif whispered into Thorne’s ear with another kiss, pressing herself even closer as the tingling feeling increased. -fade?- ""

Every touch is tantalising. The fae could lose herself here for entirety, blissfully savouring every heartbeat. She leans closer still, cutting through the inky water, the fireflies twirling around them long forgotten, and aims to run her tongue along the silver woman's cheek, gently stroking, ebony lashes fluttering to a close. Her heart thrums; a loud, steady pace her companion can almost undoubtedly hear. She doesn't mind. This moment, this singular period of time in which they are both in perfect sync, content to merely bask in each other's presence, is nothing short of perfect, and for a moment, everything fades into nothing and the world falls away, and there is no pain, no hollow ache in her chest, no piercing gold eyes haunting her dreams. There is only her and the water they are submerged in, moving together to some rhythm only of the two of them can hear. "I'd be happy to oblige" she breaths against the maiden's ear, a breathy chuckle, then simply closes her eyes and lets herself slip away.

(fade)

Eisleif let herself got lost in Thorne, forgetting the outside world her goals and inhibitions. All those thoughts that normally raced through her mind disappeared as she focused on her lover for the night. All too soon though, their encounter would end. The lightning bugs began to return to their homes and the sun’s first rays started to reach through the sky. Eisleif felt the fatigue from her activities in her limbs, and her waterlogged fur. She wouldn’t complain though, everything had been worth the slight discomfort. She sighed softly as she moved to nuzzle into Thorne’s neck.

She felt herself wanting to return to shore and sleep the rest of the morning away. Was a Viking aloud to cuddle after? ”Come, join me on the shore.” She whispered against Thorne’s ear, feeling the effects of such a heady night linger. She didn’t move though, afraid she might break the magic.

Dawn light slowly seeps into the sky, turning midnight hues to gold and rose. Thorne draws away gently as they part, eyes moving to drink in the sight. For a moment, she is silent, sighing in contentment. She is filled with satisifaction and lingering adrenaline, and something else, something...warmer. It thrums through her veins as she turns back to Eislief. The sight of the fae stills her breath. Dripping with water, shrouded in silver, dawn light glinting off her fur. She looked...perfect came to mind.

It is the woman's voice that snaps her back to reality. Thorne glances at the pebbly shore waiting a few lengths away, basked in early morning light. A small grin tugs at the ebony flesh of her lips as she begins to wade forward. "That can be arranged" she murmurs teasingly, aiming to gently press her nose to the fae's cheek as she passes. A gesture of affection. Her paws find the shore and she pulls herself out in one graceful movement, fur dripping with water. Pausing, she glances over her shoulder to ensure that her companion has reached the shore as well.

Though she felt a little loss at having to draw apart Eisleif found herself appreciating the she wolf all the more with the introduction of the early morning sunlight. Her eyes sparkled and her damp mahogany fur framed her features with a sublime softness. Eisleif felt unable to remove the grin resting on her features as Thorne accepted her invitation to the shore. She remains in the water a moment, watching as the mythical she wolf brought herself up onto the dry land. After her own moment to admire her partner Eisleif managed to remove herself from the lake as well. She aimed to trail little affectionate nibbles up the she wolf’s spine as she returned to her side, the tingling sensations still enveloping her in waves as she touched the woman. She let her blue eyes meet the other as she lingered at her shoulders, finding herself grooming between her blades. Eisleif was enjoying basking in the afterglow almost as much as the act itself. She moved to trail up Thorne’s neck and nuzzle into her soft cheek before striding a few paces ahead and taking in her gaze once more. She feels the fatigue gnawing at her limbs and settles into the grass by the shore, inviting Thorne beside her. ”Vhat vill you do now, Lady of the Lake?”                                     ""

Thorne pads across the grass, following the silver fae as she settles upon the ground. Without a moment of hesitation, the mahogany she-wolf lays down, aiming to curl up beside her companion and rest her muzzle upon the women's shoulder, gazing contentedly out at the lake. A few peaceful heartbeats pass, just the pair of them breathing in sync. Then, the fae speaks, her voice drifting across Thorne like a soft summer breeze. The mahogany woman is quiet for a moment, lying there in contemplative silence. "I want to help" she murmurs finally, and sincerity swims within those bright blue orbs. She leans closer and aims to nip along the nape of the silver woman's neck, speaking between each tiny bite. "Help you establish your reign". Her voice is muffled by fur as she nips again. "Help you lay the foundations of your empire". Another nip. "Most of all, what I want...what I really want...". She draws away then, eyes fixated on Eisleif, hoping to catch her eye. Her voice turns deep, ridden with desire. "Is to see you again". She watches for a reaction, doubt pricking her pelt. They'd thoroughly enjoyed each other, but perhaps...perhaps her companion desired only a single night with her. speech action

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Eisleif smiled fondly as the she wolf curled up beside her, the cool breeze a distant thought with their wet fur mingling. She found herself basking in her company’s presence, and offered a quick nuzzle to Thorne’s cheek as she settled in beside her. She worried not about the quiet silence that settled between them as Thorne thought about her answer. Eisleif enjoyed the rays of sun that began to dance on the lake’s surface. The Finnvi would get her answer, as well as the teasing nips of her new lover. She closed her eyes in pleasure at the not so subtle affection as Thorne explained what she wanted to do. Eisleif couldn’t discourage any of her ambitions. As the administrations ceased Eis opened her bright eyes and caught the similar gaze of Thorne as she confessed her real desire. She grinned brighter, thoroughly transfixed by the she wolf cuddling beside her. She purred softly at the words and replied, ”Then stay vith me. Be mine, never leave my side.” There were dangerous tones mixed in, if Thorne decided to stay Eisleif would fight tooth and nail to keep her. ""

The words wash over her like a morning breeze, setting her at ease, warming her pelt. At once, the mahogany fae relaxes, resting her head against the woman's shoulder and savouring the dawn rays as they fall across her fur. The world seems...right. Like a missing piece in the puzzle of her life has finally fallen into place. A seductive smile curves her lips as Thorne draws away and aims to murmur against Eisleif's ear. "It would be my pleasure". Her eyes twinkle in the early dawn light. "I don't think I could stay away if I tried". She grins, then, all mischief and charm. "My, my, silver warrior. I do believe I could completely lose track of time with you". She aims to nuzzle her companion, eyes half-closed, drinking in each heartbeat spent together. She feels contented for the first time since that dreadful night, and her expression, basked in golden light, reflects this. speech action

Her companion relaxed against her shoulders, making the morning feel right and complete. Eisleif couldn’t help the contented smile that lingered on her features as the moments together slipped by more quickly than she wished them to. Thorne moved with grace as she slipped her lips to Eis’s ear and whispered those tantalizing words she wanted to hear. Thorne would stay with her, not even able to keep away if she tried. Eisleif’s grin grew into a toothy smile at the acceptance of her offer and she moved to offer a sweet kiss to her new lover. She nuzzled the woman back, excited shivers running down her spine. The finnvi could detect the contentment in her partner, the relaxed pose she took and the ease in her eyes. Eisleif felt her heart swell. ”My dear, there in no time to keep track of. All the time in the vorld belongs to us.” She smiled dangerously as her bright blue gaze tried to keep hold of Thorne’s own. Eislseif aimed to add another few tantalizing nips to Thorne’s chin, despite the exhaustion that lingered in her limbs she wanted to take her again and again. ""

The fae continues to entice her, and Thorne finds herself aching with desire. She closes her eyes, cranium tilted back, ebony lashes caressing her cheeks. The sun on her back and her lover beside her, the morning had certainly proved pleasant, and she was eager for more. In this moment, Eisleif's statment almost seemed to ring true. For, in this moment, it was almost as though they did have all the time in the world. If this was the case, she would savour every heartbeat spent together. Aiming to move closer and run her tongue along the curve of the silver woman's neck, Thorne would go for a second round, but only if her companion desired it. Her signals were clear, her body language evident. She was completely willing to surrender to her lover's enchanting touch once more. speech action

Thorne seemed to fit perfectly next to her, like she had been made to fit there. Eisleif didn’t have to force the smile that didn’t seem to disappear from her face. The morning before she wouldn’t have imagined finding such a treasure by appearing beside the lake by night. She shooed away thoughts that the seductress was not a mermaid destined to disappear as soon as Eisleif fell asleep. Though her mermaid seemed eager to prove she was real, her eyes begged the Finnvi to take her again and even through the exhaustion she would not disappoint her partner. Eisleif kissed the sorrel maiden back, nuzzling her affectionately. More slowly this time, Eisleif would let herself love the lake’s nymph. Breathlessly, wordlessly she enjoyed her companion again. -fade- The daughter of Laufey gasped softly as she curled herself possessively around Thorne’s perfectly sized body. She sighed contentedly as she took her turn to rest her stripe marked head over the mahogany she wolf’s shoulders. Her eyes closed contentedly and she smiled unknowingly. Sleep threatened to whisk her away at any moment, letting her guard down completely with her new treasure. ""