Dragoncrest Cliffs and maybe i'm just better drenched in wine

Mallaidh smiles when it’s apparent Blixen has been caught by surprise. A quirk of her lips rests playfully on her muzzle and she squirms in as the fiery girl rolls over her. “Good,” she murmurs, thumping her tail on the ground and returning the gesture to Blixen’s opposite cheek. “Did you have some grand gesture prepared?” she questions, playfully, and does her best to wiggle out from beneath her mate, bumping against her with her muzzle.