Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

Wylla thought she knew the mind of a man. She thought she knew what he would do next and was prepared for it. The muscles in her legs were ready to spring up into a stand. Mahler's teasing seemed to confirm her assumption, right up until he did something else entirely.

With a wild giggle, Wylla was lifted from the ground and rolled atop Mahler so that now it was he who laid on his back and she left to awkwardly straddle his bulkier figure. Feeling like she would tumble down either side of him at any moment, she sought to steady herself by hugging his broad neck. She pulled back her black ears in mocking affront.

Do you mean to imply you aren't already? she asked with an exaggerated scoff. The nerve of you! Why, she went on, pitching her voice higher and adopting a posh accent, I ought to send you to fetch me the finest bull elk for my supper!