Emberwood [m] You already know that it's hard to find gold in this crap disco

As much as Dusty Rose loved to win, Reverie loved to be the prize that was won; something fought for, something stolen, something so precious that it could only be taken by force. His prize, then, was not only her self but her devotion. Her adoration.

I think that can be arranged, She murmured, eyes already alight with desire and mischief. Perhaps Dusty Rose wasn't aware that she already had many plans for their night together. But you have to catch me first. Before she'd even finished she was darting from the hollow, nothing but a flash of billowing golden tail in her wake. Her path would take them beyond the Emberwood, this time toward the taiga.