shine on evening skyfire

Heehee…Verrine's so dense… :P

He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue, pretending to be grossed out as she mockingly accused him of not enjoying sleeping next to her. "You smell like a buffalo!" he exclaimed with totally over-exaggerated revulsion before his pinched expression crumbled and he cracked up laughing. "Good thing buffalo smells pretty darn tasty!" Truthfully, he loved sleeping next to her at night. He loved the warmth of her body pressed against his, loved the feeling of safety and security that came with her soft, snoozy breathing near his ear. He loved the way her sweet, summery scent filled their cozy little tree shelter, and almost nothing made him love her more than when he was awakened in the night by her soft whimpers and little twitches when she was dreaming.

He followed her as she led him to whatever spot she had in mind. As they walked, she brought up a pretty good point -- and he mentally lingered on that last word in particular. "Uh…well," he began after a moment, unsure of what she wanted him to say. "I guess it is a little weird…we've been traveling together for so long that I hadn't even thought about it, to be honest." He glanced over at her, wondering what she thought about it all. "How do you feel about it?"