Redtail Rise leggiero

the ginger rises, sweet and cloying, in her mouth, along with saliva. she opens her jaws and lets the root fall, laving away stray trails of drool from her lips, ears canted toward what he's saying to her.

she looks at him, dead-on, and replies, i will.

perhaps even now, the future of the Rise burns within her belly.

and yet, he does not act!

Avicus walks forward a few steps and presses her muzzle against his shoulder, her fragrant tongue uttering a brief phrase—'hhank you.

if he does not make a move upon her now, she will depart, leaving him to his plants and his songs.