Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

The situation escalated, and Rashepeses advanced further. As he stroked a wet paw along her body, she could feel the strength, and she could’ve very well melted. She had never felt an emotion, a sentiment that was simply an inkling compared to how this could grow. 

Water dripped from her back and her fur grew damper from his touch. As he pressed into her side, she could feel the rumble of his deep laugh, and all she responded with was a pleased giggle and a simply thank you. “Shukran, Semer-wati.” Then, like the desert winds he moved from her, leaving parting words as he created a trail of damp sand back towards the mesa.

She dunked herself, eyes closed and breath held, coming back up not damp but wet. She stepped out of the serpant lake and gave a graceful shake, water droplets like crystals shone in the sun. With her bathing complete, Tadihor made her own way back to the red palace.