[private] There's the rub [Warrick]

[Ceara]

let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.

 
She has lived here her entire life in the shadow of this Volcano. In the end, her mother was not the one that her father had chosen, but they continued to live together in a quiet life that was neither remarkable, nor notable. She simply grows up with her father and her mother… and all was well. She was a wild girl who had fire in her eyes, and the red glow that lay there was mischievous and telling.
 
There was no denying her parentage.
 
And do she continued to grow, and fill out her form, until she was slick like oil that was set on fire, her curves perfect and built out. She was tall and dark, her sunset features starting at her belly and slinking downward to her thickly wrapped legs. She was athletic and sensuous. She walked with pride, and with knowing.
 
And so, when her father’s best friend became Overseer of their land, there was no surprise. He had earned it, and had deserved it. Everyone said so. And though Ceara was just a child when it all had happened, she had always fancied Warrick’s wings, and the way he walked. He was always handsome to her.
 
And she was no child any longer.
 
Reagan’s chiding whispered furiously in her ears as she crossed the islands in search of the new King, figuring it was only right for her to swear fealty to him as the new leader.
 
Though if he ordered, she would swear so much more.
 
“Hello Warrick. Fine day we’re having, here, don’t you think?”
 

ceara

offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation