At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on January 15, 2017 at 06:26:42 AM by Chenzii
It had been a long time since the femme had had a crush on another varg, but it seemed that that was exactly what was happening with Gwaine. She had always been good with formal meetings and pack activities, but flirting was different. It didn’t come to her naturally and she was self-conscious of looking silly and driving others away, like this brute. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, but she also didn’t want to ruin something by being awkward. But it was different with Gwaine. It came a little more naturally to her and she didn’t have to think about what to say or do, it just made sense with him. Not only had it been a long time since she had flirted with others, but it had been even longer since she had a snow fight. But now she was doing just that, laughing as she was showered with snow all over her black pelt and throwing her own misting of snow to the male in front of her. The brute leapt her way, and since they were not actually fighting she did not try to dodge him but let him knock her into the show, laughing the entire time. Gwaine backed up quicly, throwing even more snow upon her. Chenzii didn’t think there was any part of her that was not covered and dripping with snow. The pair teased each other, back and forth their banter went playfully. “Was that an offer, Chenzii?” The femme smirked at him, knowing that it was but afraid to admit that in case she was reading the signs Gwaine was giving her wrong. ”That depends on your interpretation I suppose. It wouldn’t be an offer to just anyone, it would have to be someone special and worthy.” She sounded playful, but a part of her was also serious. The femme wouldn’t actually offer to share her den with any varg. “Unless there’s someone else you had in mind because obviously I’m a realllll catch. Can’t you tell? Who’s the lucky winner, then?” The brute continued to play along in the snow through their conversation, and it kept it playful and flirty and not serious. ”Is that what you’re calling yourself? I don’t believe those are the words I would have chosen. You’ll have to show me just how much of a catch you really are then.” She didn’t exactly say outright that there wasn’t someone else, but she assumed he would understand that her not bringing up another male would show that she was available. The femme still pranced in the snow, letting out a happy bark as she did so, her plume waving behind her at the fun interaction with the handsome male. "We were never meant to last," She whispers. Picture and table credit to Shyan |
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