Lake Rodney i will fly

thank you! <3

teya felt a great timidity threaten her burgeoning sensation of playfulness. she clasped desperately for thoughts of fierce, sensual valmua, and straightened somewhat. though she experienced no inward glissade of confidence, perhaps outwardly her small body had settled into the curved lines she wished so much to emulate.
if for no other reason, then to know that she might.
teya looked toward the edge of the lake where he had been drinking, then skyward. clouds sat limpetlike on the underbelly of grey heavens; there would be nothing to find there. but here the falling snow melded with the fog rolled over the icy water. it was something curious, eldritch in a ghostly way, and she stepped into the drifted mists, motioning him to follow if he chose.