Lion Head Mesa [WP] Don't try to save us cause we're doing it right

She wasn't afraid of him. She should have been - she was on his lands and her pack was directly tied to his. If he reported her to Germanicus she could be punished, demoted, or worse. The alcohol pushed all of this from her mind and made her ordinary boldness something dangerously close to self-sabotage. She had no thoughts of repercussions and only knew what she wanted.

He was pretty full of himself to say he was a star. Yet her second thought was that he was royalty and that he shone like one.

Good. She was still slurred and off-kilter, but his new proximity brought her slightly more awareness. Her pulse was pounding as she met his gaze for only an instant, then lowered it playfully. Even drunk she knew that too much assertion would not get her what she wanted. It was all a game of pulling him along and keeping him guessing at what she might become.

She thought of Sybol for a moment, then pushed that away, annoyed. She didn't need to feel guilty for playing. None of it was real.

Tierra. She followed him as best she could, and it only took some concentration to keep herself walking behind him. Enough that it and talking proved difficult, so her statements came on a delay. I thought you were a prince, but that doesn' make sense. You're a king. She'd been thinking about that for the last little while, but his star comment reminded her. There wasn't a king here. Princes only existed when there were kings.