Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

erzulie suddenly found her wife unreadable. it was an odd feeling, a specific sensation. rosalyn seemed to close even as she opened with affection and acceptance. and again she wondered why the pirate sanctioned this now, and if she knew something that the obsidian did not.
she refused to feel wrong for tucking herself against that still-honed shoulder, tilting her muzzle up toward the side of her mate's magnificently scarred face.
"t'ere be no one like you."