Firefly Ravine borðaðu rassinn minn

The faintest blush crept to the young doe-like girls cheeks at the mention of the rather handsome and boisterous male and his willingness to teach. Perhaps it was the oncoming season, or her youthful naivety truly shining through, but she couldn't help her mind wandering to all the potential aspects of what he could teach. Thankfully, she was not privy to the flame's true intentions, even if the words for the moment were not linked. 

Her eyes drifted downward, hoping the sleek woman would not see the shift of her demeanour--the quickening of her pulse. As they gently traversed, Meadow sensed an adjustment in the woman's tone, and she eased herself lightly, a flick of her tail given in an attempt to relax more. What is it that interests you?