Sleeping Dragon pulse

Portia smiled, tail waving a bit as Dio leaned closer to her. "Well, I'd be mighty offended if it did lack," she said playfully, tilting her head slightly as his teeth grazed over the nape of her neck. A soft whine escaped her throat as she pressed herself closer, still lounging in the warmth that he provided.

Truthfully, Portia never had any sort of rank for herself. Skayona was the most important thing she'd ever been, and she took pride in the knowledge she had as a Fisa as well. No one had ever trusted her with anything-- much less anyone, so fear she might sleep with them. Now, she could always tell that Thuringwethil trusted her-- respected her even. It was the best feeling she'd ever felt, besides-- and this is just a maybe-- this feeling right here. It was constant and warm, it filled every gap her soul had with something she'd never experienced. It scared her, and she refused to admit to it, but she was happier with Dio than she was with even her plants.