Lake Rodney forge

she felt so dumb. so foolish and this feeling only felt amplified looking at tavina. she didn't know what to say or —

oh.

a kiss that came in hot like a summer breeze through her fur. gone almost as quick as it had started. for a moment more she wondered if this all was a fever dream. perhaps some type of summer cold had swept over her in the night and now she had these wonderfully vivid dreams of tavina.

"they're murderers,"

"i've arranged it. you're to meet her first and then —"

she blinked, once then twice. she overwhelmed by all of this great burst of emotion. she had awoken in a frenzy to see tavina and not one moment in this meeting had her heart stopped its wild beat.

she couldn't think about it. any of it. the complex details of how tavina had already mapped this all out or why she felt the great need to tell the doctor yes to near anything. her entire take away from all of this had been the kiss. whispers of murderers and princesses and nala's head was full of butterflies.

this time she made the move, hoping silence the both of them for a moment with a kiss that was deeply appreciative and tender. as if she might convey some sense of immense gratefulness and pleasure in such the act.