[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.

The air escaped from Ceara's lungs as she felt a deep navy muzzle gently pull her him. Red eyes met a rather intent blue gaze, as he leveled her. He was calm as he talked to her. Reminding her that she was special to those who cared most about her. But she had confess that when he touched her, the last thing she had on her mind was Offspring. All she could see whas the crashing waves of his dark blue eyes as they pressed into her brain, silently registering that he had called her a beautiful soul.

A beautiful soul.

Her mind tripped over those last words, wondering what they could mean, coming from him. And yet, as she swam with him, marveling his bouyancy despite his large midnight-colored wings--the color looked like it was made for sinning, and images entered Ceara's mind that she had only ever imagined, but had never actually seen. Two creatures of age, in the water together. She knew he had children relatively her age. Perhaps even older. And yet, he was the only one who had never treated her as if he were better than her simply because she was young. She was young, yes, but she knew her mind, and she would learn what she was capable of. She could do so much.

If only she was given the chance.

Her thoughts move then to Tephra as a whole. It had been her home her entire life, and yet the transition of overseer had passed on twice. She knew that Warrick was king—they had already spoken of it. But the shift in power was quiet, and it pleased Ceara to know that just because new responsibility had seen fit to be placed squarely on Warrick's very strong shoulders...that it would not change who he was. He would simply be Warrick.

And she liked that about him.

Her quiet moment of reverie had taken about 5 or so minutes as she found herself relaxing, going through her paces. Her thoughts were scattered, and her mouth was quiet, but she always kept Warrick in her view—trying to figure out where this was going. Once, in those five minutes, she had smiled at him, and blushed visably, turning away in embarrassment. And yet she continued to not say a word.

It was growing awkward, and showed Ceara's innocence. Her lack of experience.

When all of a sudden. "What do you see for yourself and Tephra? What will you try to make of it?" Politics. So like her mother. But, when out of your element, always return to a neutral playing field.

Her heart was thundering in her ears, and she studdered over her words. Hoping, silently, that he would get back--to them. But nothing in the world would make her assume that he actually wanted her company as a woman.

She was young, but she was not stupid.

ceara

offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation