atraxia

The woman's name was lovely. Unique, and lovely. Her tail flicked. It was not peculiar to Anemone that Xi'nuata did not enjoy the waters. Not many did; the sea was as dangerous as it was beautiful. Vainly, Anemone thought the same of herself. She licked her chops and remained at ease for a while longer, content in their silence. Immediately, she decided she liked this woman. For her honesty, her poetic way with words. Her eyes skirt briefly to the cinnamon woman, before she rises to all fours again.

Let us go home, she offers. Anemone did not want to torture the woman with something that displeased her, and so she moves around her and slowly begins to move until Xi'nuata is beside her. Together, they return to the Vale.