Good humor, calm, and a sense of being carefree had a visible effect on Inanna. Her smiles came easily and her laughter rushed to meet his. She smirked at him, unconscious of her tail constantly wagging. Please, try to persuade me. Use your honey-tongue and see if the sweetness can change my mind. Depending on the words and the will he would be met with a force as equally as subtle. Sweet as the summer sun or as harsh as the storms, Inanna was sure her resolve could not be swayed. But his charming smile and twinkling eyes had her pause. Thoughts of him breaking the storm never occurred to her, somewhere in her she hoped her friend could at least weather it.
She chuckled as he rushed forward to tackle her, her own body so relaxed any impact would have been easily taken and rolled around in their play. With a flailing of limbs and bodies their play swiftly became tangled and confused in their movements. All muscle. She assured, letting him have another win and stroking his ego. For the most part. If only a little.
As water surged around them, playing with their fur as much as they were playing with each other. At his accusation she attempted to look innocent by turning her head away. Me? I would never. Her head turned just a little more, taking in water, and spitting at him again…
Until his nose touched her’s. For a breath and a crash her mind went blank. The shock of the touch was lightning through her body and being. For the split second all she saw was Thor, in the flash after she saw Rufio’s lackadaisical face with his rolling tongue and floppy ear. In the next second she saw Thor again and something in her twisted harshly. He dashed away and she got to her feet with less speed than she had been moving with before, her mind muddled in the confusion his touch was continuing to inspire.Still eager to be around him, she padded in his wake. With his daring glance she once again streaked forward. Refusing to check her speed she tried to plow into him and pin him to the sand. So… are you staying in Glorall? She hoped the hesitancy was undetectable in her voice. Do you have a den or a spot yet? I have a few I could offer… Just like the feather, she was willing to give him something of her’s. She would do what she could for a friend.