Whitefish River So start me up and watch me go.

saarthal grinned, a roguish smile tilted at its edges but too soft to be anything but impish mischief. "she's a good kisser," the roman leaned back, amusement dancing in her sunset eyes. "too good, perhaps," she added as an afterthought, voice tinged with regret. there was something about the way her eyes grew a little darker and the way her jaw clenched and unclenched that spoke about something turbulent bubbling underneath. saarth had never been good at hiding emotion, anyway, despite her thinking otherwise. "she's an asshole. it's unfair."

saarthal was thankful that the topic shifted over back to fishing. that was good. ooh, this was something she was good at. "do you not?" the girl's lip quirked, "that's no fun. getting wet is how you get things started." she winked suggestively, laughter punctuating the air as she danced backward to sink down on her forelegs, butt in the air.