Silverlight Terrace (m) Can we always be this close forever and ever?

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This was not the style of play she was used to. Ibis did not indulge herself, she never had anyone who would partake except for the children of Lost Creek (when there were children; and, alas, the claim was gone now). She did not think of this as she jockeyed near the stranger, though. Her whole heart was thrust in to this game - as with everything she did.

When he moved away, she would swiftly fill that void; likewise, when he moved in closer to her she would let him linger there a breath, and circle opposite. There was a lag to their jousting that eventually caught up with them, and when he paused, she lunged for him - but not to lay claim in the win, rather, to drift around him and press herself as close as he would allow.

She drew her cheek alongside his scruff, inhaling the musk of his coat as she went. Soon her shoulder met his, and Ibis danced alongside him, her steps a careful weave, as she circled to his other side. Once there, she began to preen at the dark mane, and crooned lowly to him a pleading note as she withdrew her touch.

None of the other men had played with her like this stygian creature. She had enjoyed the time spent giving chase, the electricity that pulsed through her whenever they made contact with one-another. Now, though, the game was changing - and Ibis pushed against him as she wedged herself against his chest, chasing what she really wanted.