Whitefish River So start me up and watch me go.

saarthal craved affection from anyone. it didn't matter to her if that anyone was a stranger she'd met a few minutes ago, who was seemingly terrible at fishing and had golden eyes and wondered about her ex's kissing skills. "probably," saarthal's smile was faint, barely there, and there was an uncharacteristic tightness about it that spoke volumes about her feelings on that matter. yes, her ex had been a terrible person. one of the worsts. and she couldn't even really be considered an ex. they were never really officially together, like that.

"even with girls?" saarthal ditched all thoughts about her past and allowed a flirtatious smile, impish and inviting, to grace her lips. she launched herself forwards a moment later, aiming to pin the stranger down onto the ground.