Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

A familiar fire stirred in her, but Reverie was distracted by thoughts of The Gilded Sea. Still, the faint whine that slipped from her in response to his teeth on her muzzle promised more on the subject. Just... not now.

For now she was content to enjoy his casual affection. Though, the opportunity presented when he shifted was not missed; Reverie burrowed into the offered space nose-first, catching his cheek fur playfully in her teeth as she settled beneath him.

She wanted me to be like her, She murmured. And being a raindancer is dangerous. You dance until the rain comes - or until you can't anymore. A singer might lose her voice, but a dancer might lose her life.

But if the rain didn't come, the fires would never stop. So we danced, She arched her spine lazily against him, half distracted by memories and half by lust. The words continued to spill softly from her; Dusty Rose would find that Reverie never denied him from this position. We danced for four nights and three days, once. That was the longest, I think. By the end it was just me and Evander. The others fell - but we saw the clouds gathering. We felt the rain.

Then we slept for two days. She finished with a quiet laugh.