Firestone Hot Springs you were shiftin' around like

The sharp sulfur scent of the springs dampened the strength of her own heat, just a bit. Blue half-wondered if anyone would notice her here at all. Would that be such a bad thing?

She'd meant to wait for Cobalt, after all.

Instead she led him further from the sea, still cutting a path inland in her search. Maybe it was some fanciful maternal yearning which drove her — the hope that she might find her mother somehow, somewhere, even after all this time. Bit too late for a "birds and bees" talk, but —

who else did a woman, sometimes still girl, turn to when she could find none of her own answers?

Blue settled by one of the pools, contemplating its warmth, contemplating the warmth of life in general. Or rather, the lack.

golden man continued moving, now, first guided by the wind, then by a sweet scent that was faint amongst the steam that rose from the ground, though drawing closer he quickly learnt that it was pools, hot springs, that warmed the air, that disguised the smell that had drawn him to this place. for he was a man, little else and little more.

but what he was not was a savage.

his voice came low, alerting the woman of his presence as he drew nearer: hello, came iseldur's words as he restrained himself from getting any closer. he felt that if he did he may bury his nose in her pelt, in her hips, her scent. she was in her season, that much he could gather, because what other reason was there for her to smell so delectable? it was all he could think about, but he forced more words from his throat: i am iseldur.

a breath was drawn. what is your name?