MAEA
The sensation of the horn under her fingers was somewhat familiar. It was not unlike the horns of the rams she'd wrestled with on the farm; grabbing hold of them to force the stubborn animals to move. A smirk quirked the corner of her mouth at the notion it might be a way to make him move as well... she itched to try it, but decided to save the idea for some other time, should it prove necessary.
Maea pretended she had not heard his comment of making him exhausted as well. She found it was far easier to just let the flirtations wash over her like so much water than try to react to each and every one of them. Already she'd decided not to give in to any such temptations, so if it made him happy he could shrow them around all he wanted. As long as she could keep herself from blushing too hard.... he'd probably grow tired of it eventually.
"What's an 'antelope'?" she asked instead. It was not a word she'd come across before, tho perhaps it existed somewhere within the records of the Aetheneum. "Don't think you need to keep them hidden... it does not look bad."
Done with her exploration, she let her hands fall and sunk down into the water. It was growing a tad chilly, and silt had been stirred up from her reckless abuse of the river, but she was not quite ready to get back on land again. The sun was still hot and the air close, full of the scents of forest and earth; she could linger a while longer.
Maea pretended she had not heard his comment of making him exhausted as well. She found it was far easier to just let the flirtations wash over her like so much water than try to react to each and every one of them. Already she'd decided not to give in to any such temptations, so if it made him happy he could shrow them around all he wanted. As long as she could keep herself from blushing too hard.... he'd probably grow tired of it eventually.
"What's an 'antelope'?" she asked instead. It was not a word she'd come across before, tho perhaps it existed somewhere within the records of the Aetheneum. "Don't think you need to keep them hidden... it does not look bad."
Done with her exploration, she let her hands fall and sunk down into the water. It was growing a tad chilly, and silt had been stirred up from her reckless abuse of the river, but she was not quite ready to get back on land again. The sun was still hot and the air close, full of the scents of forest and earth; she could linger a while longer.
