Hideaway Strath no more alone or myself could I be

Her heart flickered to life as the wind brought her shaman's scent, racing with anticipation as her steps picked up -- moonstones searching through the rain-spattered undergrowth until the huge, blood-ruddied shape of him appeared before her. The fae stopped for only a moment, drinking in the sight of him with a hint of wonder for the new paint on his pure coat and the plants at his feet. Slinking forward on silken steps, the hart was careful not to disturb the uprooted flora as she curled herself against Vein's broad chest and rubbed her temple along the contours of his shoulder up to his jaw, where she peppered a few light kisses. 

"Vhat are ze plants for?" she wisped into the small space betwixt them, drawing back enough that her pale crown could fall back and allow her opaline gaze to seek his own sunbeam optics. Hopefully she would not be such a distraction that Vein would find himself unable to answer, for she continued to nibble and tease along the crook of his neck as she waited for his response.