Duskfire Glacier [m] good taste is for people who can't afford sapphires

Although she had approached the Tundrian with the intention of announcing her departure, the longer she beheld the strapping brawler, the more she felt her resolve for this determination slipping away-- with the same swiftness as did her thoughts of Zane. 

Lane swished her tail in an effort to dispel some nervous energy, and the movement would serve to deliver her chemical enticement with elevated potency, although this effect would to continue to be unknown to her. 

Her name eased from his lips like a bewitchment. She did not speak in return; she did not wish to shatter the spell hanging over them. As a function of her youth, Lane had no past disappointments to bridle her desires, and so did she did not hesitate. Her movement was as slight as it was sudden: she reared up, her paws only clearing the ground by a hair. Upon landing, her stance fell into a crouch. 

Her every muscle was tensed, quivering, keenly prepared for his next movement. Would he accept her unspoken invitation?