Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

As he'd neared her, she'd watched, careful to not let her gaze drift elsewhere. Still, though, out of sight did not equal out of mind, and she'd soon found her attention wavering back and forth between the male before her and the one that had hidden himself away. She could not see him, did not even know if he still remained there, but her previous detection of his whereabouts still inspired concern. For the moment, she was able to offer the tawny man her full attention, his gesture and sound appealing to her. Of him she was attentive, wondering still if the correct decision had been made, and then he'd spoken. She'd not expected words, yet he'd encouraged introductions right off the bat. Gavriel—a stranger for but a moment, but now someone that she could put a name to. She did not yet attempt to speak his name aloud, instead having returned the notion with a soft "Asterr."

At first, she'd found herself melting against his touch, favouring the feel of his preening. But as his movement continued, inching along the length of her frame, she'd gained enough sense to pull away. Though slow in his wandering, she'd found a reason to drag herself away from him, turning then to stare back at him. She was reminded of her time with Hiram and the feelings that had come with it, her body then urging her to approach him, but she'd moved not a muscle—yet. She had a name and assumed intentions, as well as her own desires, but still did she stay there, practically attached to the earth beneath her paws.