Bramblepoint No one knows

[table width=85%][tr][td]Looking away as she is, Liri misses the immediate contriteness that blooms on Adrastos's scarred features. 

Where she expected many things: aggression or dominance, a bite, perhaps even a claim as he had taken on her; none of them come. 

Adrastos speaks, and though his exclamations and endearments confuse her, it settles the wraith. 

The snow-pelted woman's head swings around cautiously and her lips slide back into place even slower. Her pink tongue darts out occasionally, running along her teeth with the last remnants of submission. 

Adrastos presses his nose to her cheek and Liri pauses, surprised by the act and unsure how to respond to it. 

Liri relaxes after a moment, smiling hesitantly and stretching out on the cave floor beside Adrastos where he's lowered himself. 

The ice nymph turns dark eyes to him questioningly. "Where will you go when the sun funishes rising?"[/table][/tr][/td]