(353) lala.
Dusk’s pastel colors were reflected on the water and in the distance, the trace of a forthcoming moon could be seen. Her forlorn shadow fell over the water, rippling with the gentle current that carried away the daisy petals she’d absent-mindedly sprinkled over the surface moments earlier. It was a beautiful evening: the breeze felt just right, warm and refreshing as it ruffled through her windswept curls. Her days (and nights, if Eydiss’ arrival was taken into account) had been activity-filled; there had been little time to recover from the hustle and bustle until this very moment. Her dwelling had been thoroughly disinfected with leftover vodka and adorned with the little pelts she possessed. Some had been given away to the Godja, who’d been caught up with caring for their newest member. The first-born Soulstorm had a few left to spare, and she made a mental note to offer them to her half-sibling later on.
Her attention was elsewhere, focused on the whirl of events that had led to Vinatta’s recent formation. An explosion could have gone off and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her mind was off in the depths of contemplation, racing and skittering along different subjects until Saul’s soundless approach was made manifest when his silhouette was mirrored by the water. Intuitively, his scent had been detected a few moments prior but it wasn’t until she got visual confirmation that she fully became aware of his presence. His hand briefly pressed against her waist, a prelude to the embrace that surrounded her entire body with his own. She couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by his considerable size; a sensation she would likely never grow fully accustomed to. “I’ve missed you too.” Her affirmation was genuine. They hadn’t spent time with each other recently and Lilin found herself thinking about him every night before falling asleep. She couldn’t shake the irrepressible tension in her body though. Something fueled it but she couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause yet. Her eyes squinted with mirth and amusement when her beau’s lick washed over her cheek, coaxing a giggle out of her lips. “Is Teme already asleep?”
#lillin-1 .txtooc {
text-align:left;
font-size:12px;
font-family:arial, serif;
text-transform:none;
font-style:italic;
font-weight:normal; }
#lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;}
#lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }.
#lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; }
#lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; }
#lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
#lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>