Moonspear Synesthesia

His incredulous tone took her by surprise, rendering her speechless. He didn't wait for an answer, though, proceeding with his rant. Wildfire's mouth clapped shut. This situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. She hadn't anticipated such a vehement, defensive reaction from Floki and it left her at a total loss, even when he eventually grew silent. The air veritably crackled between them, charged with negative energy.

"I told him he'd have to earn the rank," she squeaked out after a very long pause. Whether it was Beta here or Alpha there, she had made that point with Tevinter. "And I know! I know! I told him all that," she added hastily, wishing he didn't seem so angry, because it felt like it was directed entirely at her at the moment.

She sucked in a breath, her lips beginning to move again, although it took a minute for a sound to make its way out. "I'm sorry, Floki, I'm sorry," Wildfire whispered, a bit pleadingly. "I didn't mean to upset you. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry." She wanted to reach out and kiss it better, yet she remained still, suddenly worried that he might bat her away.

And she hadn't even mentioned the kiss. As much as she wanted to be honest with him, Wildfire suddenly decided to bury it and forget about it. It hadn't meant anything and she was suddenly very aware that it would go over extremely poorly either way. Surely Tevinter wouldn't mention it—there was nothing to mention!—and Wildfire absolutely couldn't face the idea of Floki getting even more upset with her.