sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
She appears, lounging on the blanket spread out for her (presumably). Her gown is fitted but playful, and as she leans over to inspect the berries in the basket, it hugs her every curve unapologetically and likely, quite blatantly. The words he speaks brings a warm smile to her lips as he must have known they would, but as she gives him a coquettish glance between a curtain of dark hair, her expression melts into something curious and naive. "Oh? Oh." Sitting up, she reaches out a hand for him. "You seem troubled sugar. Come," Patting the blanket as if Ronin might need the encouragement to enjoy his own offerings, Safrin pushes herself up with one arm, her legs curling in and around herself.
Ronin has started the music and Safrin has offered her hand that this dance might begin. Just where they would end up is yet to be seen.
Ronin has started the music and Safrin has offered her hand that this dance might begin. Just where they would end up is yet to be seen.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
