When he stops, Altissima draws up beside him - eager to see if they’re at their destination. And sure enough she can see the tendrils of steam and her eyes widen a little in delight and eagerness. His quip doesn’t diminish the smile that is growing, though she does her best to hide it anyway - unsure about whether it’s just these springs putting her into a good mood or if it is the company too. And just what the hell that means if it is the company.
“I suppose it’ll do.” She tries to make her voice dry and uninterested but the effort is wasted as she moves away from his side and towards the hot spring.
Altissima lowers her muzzle to the water and the heat she is greeted with sends a shiver through her blue-tinted body that has her wings disappear. And then without any more hesitation, she moves forward into the steaming water. The sound that Altissima makes when it slips up to her sides is absolutely indecent and it can only be described as a moan. There is a brief moment of embarrassment but she closes her eyes instead of giving in to it and lets the warmth seep into her body.
Later, she’ll think about that sound. Later when she isn’t bordering on bliss and finding rational thought hard.
She isn’t sure whether this proves or disproves Tarian’s theory that this level of enjoyment might be too much for her.
She moves instinctively out of the way so he can join her and tries not to think about it after the action is already done. Altissima doesn’t immediately look his way when her eyes open again and they shine a shade of blue-violet as she hovers between being at peace and being happy. It only takes a few seconds for the quiet to be too much for her, though, just as it had been for him on the way over. So she states casually as her eyes drift to find him and they house a spark that matches the grin she wears: “I’ve always hated the cold and it’s only gotten worse since… since I was not-dying.”
“I suppose it’ll do.” She tries to make her voice dry and uninterested but the effort is wasted as she moves away from his side and towards the hot spring.
Altissima lowers her muzzle to the water and the heat she is greeted with sends a shiver through her blue-tinted body that has her wings disappear. And then without any more hesitation, she moves forward into the steaming water. The sound that Altissima makes when it slips up to her sides is absolutely indecent and it can only be described as a moan. There is a brief moment of embarrassment but she closes her eyes instead of giving in to it and lets the warmth seep into her body.
Later, she’ll think about that sound. Later when she isn’t bordering on bliss and finding rational thought hard.
She isn’t sure whether this proves or disproves Tarian’s theory that this level of enjoyment might be too much for her.
She moves instinctively out of the way so he can join her and tries not to think about it after the action is already done. Altissima doesn’t immediately look his way when her eyes open again and they shine a shade of blue-violet as she hovers between being at peace and being happy. It only takes a few seconds for the quiet to be too much for her, though, just as it had been for him on the way over. So she states casually as her eyes drift to find him and they house a spark that matches the grin she wears: “I’ve always hated the cold and it’s only gotten worse since… since I was not-dying.”
altissima
@[Tarian]
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