Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

The water could not overwhelm the sound of his approach, which she had actively sought out. She looked over her shoulder and grinned broadly when she saw him there, and her heart rendered her into action before her mind could possess any of her body parts to stop her (most notably, her limbs, which propelled her into movement). Her tail waved easily behind her to support the fact that she was quite pleased to see him, and she smiled at the handsome man of the Grove.

Would he invite her again to stay with him...?

Would she deny him that, now? Could she?

Her golden eyes grinned with her lips. That she worry he might not come was all so silly a thought now. Here they both were... and she was at a loss for words, he was so handsome! Differently so than Riordan. Another step toward him, and Eshe slid into a playbow, eyeing him impishly. For all the cares in the world she had, she wanted to let them go and simply think of this for a while.