Rising Sun Valley beneath this

sycamore was to be entertained, it seemed. the snarl was sweet sound to play out behind the exposition of their show. she was caught, truly caught, and that could be used to his advantage. he ran his nose gently over her spine before taking a step back. control yourself, he thought, this isn't your role.

the branches that'd trapped the pale sylph were beginning to give. sycamore challenged her snarl with one of his own, hackles raised and tail whisking furiously as he stepped forward. given the chance, he would love to snap down on her ankle.