lovelyerin is lovely!
There was something that couldn't be put to words, something so new that was happening in Mati that she could try to describe it and yet failed each time she took up the task. Strel had pushed her to try to find a way to say it, and though Mati had made her best attempt what had come forth still was not right. It was unlike her to just drop that sort of challenge, as she was always one to create and interpret, but she found that she didn't mind not knowing. Just let it happen, she would say to herself, the advice of others held steady in her mind.The sweet tone of her voice spoke, answering Mati's small greeting with one of her. The excitement could be felt, anticipation that strung from one beating chest to the other. And as she felt the smaller hand of Cambria against her palm, the electricity of duel accelerated heart rates sending a tingle through each centimeter of skin and washing her mind clean of any thoughts. Then, if she had blinked she may have missed seeing the sorter fey lean forward to touch her lips against Mati's. The jolt was not missed, written the smile that spread across her maw. Though there was no time for Mati to revel in the feeling, for the other woman pulled her arm in her gentle way and called to her with an energized voice.
Mati looked with bright eyes, following to keep the distance between them smaller then one might think normal. They walked into the depths of the old barn, and though there were many things that the female found interesting as each moment passed she glanced down to the other Dreamer's face. A rusted wheelbarrow sat to the left of them, the old horse stalls to the right. Mati squeezed her hand lightly, reminding Cambi that she was still there though it was unlikely needed. Purple eyes danced over her features, the shadows dark on her chocolate face and shining a far different light then Mati was used to. She looked sharper, yet sensual and placed a dramatic and mysterious tone to her in the eyes of the artist. It made her instinctively step in closer, her lips still tingling sightly, their arms touching. "How old do you think this place is?" She asked, as the silence around them became deafening. "Have you ever explored it?" The Church woman gave another question, gaze clearly on her face and no longer very intrigued with the building around them. The wind blew, the walls and rafters complaining under its pressure and still Mati heard none of it.
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