cover me in kerosene

charlie

"The stars." Charlie confirms in a somewhat singsong voice that has her eyes sparkling in the dim light. Taking his hand and clutching his fingers tight in order to keep them from being separated amidst the pulsating sea of bodies, the blonde follows the botanist from the rave with thoughts of ancient star patterns and myths filling her mind.

As they exit, Charlie takes a few confident steps out into the street as she tips her head back and takes a deep breath. Exhaling in a loud rush, she turns toward Mateo, beaming. "That was amazing in there. Can we go again sometime?" Her tail floats behind her like the wag of an eager puppy as she beams up at him. "That was I can get my outfit right." She adds, before adjusting her hand in Mateo's by threading her fingers through his instead of just clutching.

"So..Spyglass? Is it very far?" Not one to complain because she certainly wasn't a complainer, what the priestess was, was uncomfortable. Even a brief stint dancing in her new shoes had the balls of her feet aching, so if the Spyglass was far she might just try and beg the botanist to carry her.

Shifted, of course.

I'm up in flames if you wanna
cover me in kerosene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!