Firefly Ravine Americana

Last one from me! This is my 50th post! :D Wheee!

With a flounce of her hips Valmúa turned away and swept her tail lasciviously. Njord leaned to the side to get a better look, his neck stretched out to capacity. You would have though his head would've fallen right off. When the woman turned back to regard them, the Sveijarn quickly collected himself to appear more natural and laid back. He paced towards Merlin, rejoining the bachelor as they prepared to go their separate ways.

The swan accepted his invitation with a lilt in her intonation. Not only was Njord presently enamored with the Stormskýli sister, but he also had a passion for all things Nordic, and so her pet name further fueled his interest. The Sveijarn idly wondered what she had called him. Valmúa also invited Merlin. Kinky, thought Njord. But, like a good wingman, his friend politely declined.

“I will see you soon, then, Valmúa,” Njord called to her. Later, his hormones would wear off and the anxiety from “first date jitters” would set in. Maybe he would seek out Merlin to give him some more good one-liners. For now, he would spend a bit longer bonding with the other man and going through play-by-play of WTF just happened before heading back towards Rusalka.