Silver Creek Silver Waters

Still panting lightly, Amber continued to circle through his words. Admittedly, each one he uttered brought the grin on her face higher and brighter. At his wondering of power, the obsidian fae just winked. One may never know where the true power lay, but in their reality it was Spring who held the throne. 
He sat in the center of the circle she paced, further teasing. She drug her tail along him every few paces, giggling slightly each time. It was his words of playful acccusation, however, that brought her to a halt. 
               "Perhaps I am, you don't seem to mind very much."
A sly glint in her ocean eyes showed that she was only playing, and her feathery tail wagged happily. He was handsome, yes, and his company would be lovely even if she knew she could protect herself. 
                           "But perhaps I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about."