// won't you breathe with me? //
Craning her neck down so that she could nuzzle her big head into his arms, her eyes closed halfway in the way cats smiled, regal yet affectionate. If he understood the joy of the open sky, there was very little left for Liam to uncover about her. If he could comprehend what it took to land and shrink back into the frail, feeble form of the mortal, then he knew her better than most people she'd ever come across. For that simple understanding she would gladly return; to him, to the shape of the woman who fit so much better in his arms.
"Thank you for trusting me," Maea murmured, flushed with exhilaration beneath the stain of battle that mottled her skin. "Next time we should bring a rope... something that lets you hold on better." Suddenly travel had become more than languishing aboard skyships or bushwhacking through the wilderness. They could discover all of Caido from above, landing when they wished and staying until the wind called them back into the sky. They could begin now, today... or at least as soon as they had washed up and rested.
Slinging an arm around Liam's waist, she peered around for a sign of the shelter he'd asked for. They were in the right area now, but much of the rocky crevices and crannies looked the same. A dry wind tousled her hair; absently she raked it back from her eyes, hooking a strand behind an ear.
"See any caves? It smells like water, but I can't see any..."
"Thank you for trusting me," Maea murmured, flushed with exhilaration beneath the stain of battle that mottled her skin. "Next time we should bring a rope... something that lets you hold on better." Suddenly travel had become more than languishing aboard skyships or bushwhacking through the wilderness. They could discover all of Caido from above, landing when they wished and staying until the wind called them back into the sky. They could begin now, today... or at least as soon as they had washed up and rested.
Slinging an arm around Liam's waist, she peered around for a sign of the shelter he'd asked for. They were in the right area now, but much of the rocky crevices and crannies looked the same. A dry wind tousled her hair; absently she raked it back from her eyes, hooking a strand behind an ear.
"See any caves? It smells like water, but I can't see any..."
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
