Whitefish River keep your head up

saarthal winced, features crumpling dramatically as varinril smiled a strange smile and wondered out loud. "i'm not that bad, am i?" she laughed, underlined with mirth - lips crooked and eyes folding into small crescents as she backed away, playfully putting extended distance between them. there was an unwelcome feeling, not unlike that of a tiny stone, settling in the base of her chest and sinking deep into their depths, its weight demanding to be felt. it was stupid, stupid, stupid because there were numerous other girls around who were all cute and receptive to her, and it was varin but... she pushed it aside though it remained there as a soft ache.

varinril seemed to be thinking this through seriously and when she spoke, despite the persistent ache remaining in saarthal's chest, there was an uncertainty stirring somewhere within - yes, she'd like a casual date with her but anything beyond that was dangerous. dangerous because saarth didn't want to lead anyone on, and there was a sunken fear beyond that...she'd rather not talk about it. "mhm, i'm always willing," saarthal drawled, reclining backward against a tree languidly "but, are you sure? you seem a bit hesitant...don't worry, varinril, i promise it won't go any further than kissing...unless you want to," the quirk of her lips was teasing, tempting and suddenly, saarthal danced close again, aiming to preen the furs on the nape of vari's neck because why the fuck not, right?