Redhawk Caldera The faith that sets you free

The anger continued to radiate off of Finley, and if Elwood hadn't been able to see it by the ridge of fur standing tall along her back, he could certainly feel it. As his words sank in, however, she seemed to calm slightly. Finally, her rumbling faded and her gaze met his, this time without threatening to singe him. His tail gave the tiniest of wags and the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a smile as she insisted that Somnia couldn't have possession of him.

"Well, duh," he said quietly and teasingly. "You've already got me." He could understand where her insecurities came from, but the whole purpose of this meeting was to assure her of how completely and totally in love he was -- not with Somnia, but with Finley.

He averted his gaze from her long enough to nudge the agate back into view, as it had been forgotten in the dirt when Finley first expressed her frustration. But as he looked at it, he frowned. Would it only remind her of Somnia from now on? "Do you -- do you still want this? Or should we go find another one?" he asked, his question genuine. He had picked out the agate with Finley in mind, but it could be more meaningful for them to choose a different gem together. Or...something else entirely, if she wasn't into rocks. He glanced up and searched her face uncertainly.