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her tail sways to an agreeable beat as he inches near, the truth of his size revealed in the close company of each other. he towered over her, and she would have preferred it no other way.

he accepts her offer, and a delighted hum resonates within. "i am nephele," she introduces.

she let him lead in this choreography, though when given a moment, aimed to brush herself along the side of him. where no scents clung to him before, he would now wear her, and she him.

"come," she instructs with a gentle touch to his shoulder should he allow it. "i will show you to our home." their home. it was an odd thought to consider what was hers was now his. she had not desired a husband before now and yet...she did desire him.