Sequoia Coast I may be shy but don't underestimate me

the young man invited a touch, and the bard's lips curled in the way of a man who lived for such permissions.

his speckled nose first sniffed at the white fur of ethan's mid-back, then pushed into its plushness. what a luxurious material! with a flourish he dragged along from that spot to the shoulders, to enjoy its softness.

then retreated.

"vhat ae texture!" he grinned. "laik soft'st house cet."

"mai eyes?" slavuj cocked his head, mirth everlasting. "vhy, yeaurs reminde mi ouf cerulean sea. yeaur fais seafoam, aend markings wet stones." 

the komondor leaned in.

"mai oun are mundane. driftwood, at best. push aside mi tassels aend see."