[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.

This evening was winding down to an end. She could feel it. The sun was officially down now, leaving nothing but the stars for company, looking down upon them, lighting the path, and showing them the way. Ceara was young, but she had parents who taught her to know her mind, and to not be afraid to go after what she wanted. She was a fiery girl who looked like her father and took after her mother--a perfect blending of the two. They had experienced love one night under the cover of darkness amidst broken hearts, and then had pretty much gone on to live their own lives. Together, yet separate. Always at the crux of touching, but never embracing. And in all that time, Ceara had wanted for nothing. She knew her parents love, and had the love of the land, and of her brother. There were others, she was sure, but it didn't matter. What did matter was she was happy - the difference being, she knew her parents were miserable.

And she did not want her story to be like theirs.

She believes in happiness, and fate - destiny. And, in all her childish wonder - despite being a fully grown lady, dammit - believes that Warrick could be that destiny. She has always loved him. Always watched him from afar with a thudding heart and a secret smile. She is determined to chase down her dream. And though today did not start out as what it becamse, Warrick's acceptance of her as a woman has given her all the reason in the world to hope and to dream that, maybe, one day - he might care for her too.

That he might even care now.

And so, she playfully - sexily, though she knows not what she's doing - dries herself off on his washboard body, she laughs again when he dances around her. But her body stills, and her breath becomes heavy when he lips at her hair. And then, the seriousness of those bright blue eyes sits like lead in her throat. No more tricks tonight, I promise.

She is breathing. She must be. She's awake, and this is not a dream.

Ceara gulps, and pivots slightly on her on hoof, rotating her backhand so they are staring face to face. Her black velvet muzzle reaches up and places a shy kiss to the side of his cheek, unsure if her attentions are wanted, of if she will be spurned. Her floating red eyes search his face for any revelation - anything at all. She takes a step back, and smiles at him. She says nothing - because for once, she does not know what to say.

She knows this night is ended, but she will know before she leaves this place where she stands with Warrick. Where she stands with her King and Overseer.

ceara

offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation