Lake Rodney i will fly

though she does not strike kharybdis as a woman who might reprimand him for being too bold, he does not take that assumption at full face value. the tension that had begun to build in his shoulders as he drew brazenly, despite it being at her invitation, nearer to her to draw in her scent and the mottled scents of those she had been around recently, has melted from his shoulders once comfort distance is given again. though the rigidness does not ever fully leave the set of his shoulders, nor his general bearing even when he is alone, he allows himself to relax a bit more in her presence than he has with any others before.

there was something about her that puts him at ease; not that he could place it even if he tried.

the furie watches as she pirouettes towards the mists and gives a small cant of his head at her motioned invitation. there is only a moments hesitation before he bids it away and follows after her; sure to keep a respectful distance between her and him all the same.