she whose bloom the summer brings

Maybe it wasn't much of a surprise; but hardly, few things ever were. Like a curious little fly she had been caught right into his web, yet his plan had yet to be put into motion so Mees wasn't sure if he would succeed. He would risk it though, risk everything. With an innocent powdered face he quenched his thirst, tongue rolled out to lapse at the cool, refreshing water. He needed it after their playtime adventures.

Not once could his orange, bright eyes be caught cheating because he didn't look into her direction. Otherwise he might have noticed her feline grace and suspense that lingered within her body language, as if she was already expecting something. Regardless of any unpleasantness, it didn't stop her from quenching her thirst. It also didn't stop her from waiting to see what was happening, as if she was daring and tempting, not only by words but also by body language.

An an unexpected moment the lanky yearling jumped forward with his front paws bucketing up into the air like a wild stallion. It was his (clumpsy?) attempt to pull her underneath the water, make her feel the wrath of the sea or at least allow its fury to breathe close to her neck and see what it was capable off. In reality Mees wanted to bring the cherry on the icing of what he considered a fun day. Though, waiting for the final suspense, he was uncertain how she would react. It was too late now for regrets or doubts, there was no way back anymore.