Overture Downs seekers wish

suliya watched him with narrowed eyes, her expression unreadable as he circled her, his movements fluid and deliberate. there was a heat between them, palpable and undeniable, but her mind wrestled with the implications. she could feel the weight of sun eater's expectations pressing on her, the unspoken rules of lanzadoii blood binding her choices.

but here, in this moment, winter's wake seemed to melt those constraints away, like ice meeting the first touch of spring.

you don’t lack confidence, do you? she quipped, her voice sharp but laced with a reluctant amusement. her golden eyes followed his movements, studying him as though he were a puzzle she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve. the way he spoke, the way he moved—it all challenged her carefully constructed walls, daring her to step beyond them.

when he bowed, her skepticism flickered, replaced by the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. it wasn’t often she indulged in such things, but something about him—his audacity, his playful nature—struck a chord she hadn’t expected.

dance? she echoed, her tone skeptical but curious. for a moment, she hesitated, weighing her next move as though it were a life-altering decision. then, with a sharp exhale, she lowered herself slightly, her tail flicking with measured intent.

fine, she said at last, a spark of mischief igniting in her gaze. but don’t think i’ll make it easy for you.

and with that, suliya surged forward, her movements swift and precise, closing the distance between them in a challenge of her own. if he wanted a dance, he’d have to prove he could keep up.