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8D wc: 293
She was glad that Geneva chose to come inside and not fight her on it. She could already tell that her friend wasn’t in the state to be wandering around in the cold; what if the silver female had passed out somewhere out in the cold? She didn’t know what she would do. She was relieved that she’d made it to Anathema, at least. ”I think you’ve moved it enough for right now. Might ask you to move it more later” She grinned, laughing. Geneva had a mate, that was true enough, but she occasionally dropped hints at the silver wolf or said things that were a little inappropriate nonetheless.
Naniko had drank with Fiachra earlier in that week and had enjoyed herself, besides the cut that she’d received on her hand. She didn’t remember much of that night, now that she tried to think back on it. What was it that they’d drank? Whatever it was, she wanted more! The words “golden fairy” stood out to her for some reason, but she couldn’t place the importance of the words amongst the jumbled memories of the thoughts and feelings of that night. She barely remembered cutting her hand, and feeling nervous, then nothing at all.
Whatever Geneva had with her would have to do it! When her friend stumbled against her she braced herself, holding her up partway. ”Well, then…hand it over.” Geneva had come all this way, she would have her good time. ”What made you choose to come all the way out here in the middle of the night? And how long have you been drinking?” She questioned as she took a few swigs, herself. ”I’m glad you came to see me though” She added, in case her friend thought otherwise.