Lake Rodney forge

nala had been ready to sing a siren song of temptation and offers, had tavina refused a resting place. even if her thoughts did not play out in flesh, the doctor deserved somewhere soft. somewhere nala had tended to with great care.

she would take lead, the swaying of her tail impossible to hide. as if she wanted to!

i don't want you to have to do any work here with me, she admitted as they neared a place where grasses had been piled and flattened in a cradle of roots.

i want you to enjoy yourself. she confessed softly, turning once more to look at tavina before she softly motioned for the woman to settle.