It was a heady thing, to be so claimed by someone and to have them claim you in return with such finality. Her family had never meant much to the dark woman, their own ambitions and values being pushed onto her with no regard to what she wanted. Yet here on the shores of the beach she had founded her own life, carved out her own space as a warrior despite the belief that she would be ill suited to it, and yet she had thrived. Of all the things which had happened, it had all led her to the here and now as golden eyes flashed toward her that sent a thrill down her spine.

They dance together in a sense, each moving around the other and at the sound of her name falling from his lips she stills for a moment, pausing just before their gazes connected as he utters the foreign word that still rings with a measure of understanding to her simply by the manner in which he says it. In her stillness the world seems to slow around them, everything coming down to that moment as he seems to wait for her answer. In response her slender head nods almost imperceptibly but she knows he will not miss it. And as he moves toward her once moves toward her once more her entire body seems to quake in response, leaning into the stark contrast of his white and gray coat as he passes her by before spinning in place like a dancer pirouetting as she takes off.

Not before his words call out to her once more. She turns her neck to look at him briefly as she runs, the message clear in her eyes. No others. Despite everything that has taken place between them, despite that their souls each called to another, she had chosen him and he had chosen her. As she dances off down the beach, spraying sand and even daring to swerve into the crashing water in her playfulness, splashing the cool salt water at him as her eyes scanned the beach for prey with which to take after, but truly not needing a target. He was her target, and she his. It was all that mattered.