@Kiada <3 & maybe @Romina for draaaaamas ?

Hello stranger. Her words were like needles in his brain; white-hot points of light that flickered into his subconscious and illuminated all that which he would have preferred to keep in the dark hidden confines of his growing mind. Saliva raced down his throat as the boy palpably gulped. He could taste guilt, a precursor to regret, and also desire. He was still young and sexually inexperienced of course and so he didn't know precisely what he desired, but whatever it was, Kiada was certainly the object of it. He wanted to turn his bi-coloured gaze to her, to look upon her and see how much she had grown and changed. He wanted to analyze the fiery creatures upon the sleek lines of her back and neck. He wanted her to continue speaking so that the cadence of her voice could be distilled to its essence so that he might replay it whenever he wanted. He wanted her body close to his so that he could feel her warmth, despite the fact that with his large bulky coat he needed no additional heat.

Romina..

Unlike Kiada’s weightless and brilliant presence in his thoughts, his twin lurked in his mind constantly, like a tidal wave or thick fog. She blanketed his every movement, his every waking moment. And although he had not seen her in the crowd, that did not mean that she was not here somewhere, her beautiful and all-seeing eyes falling upon him. Could she see his treachery now, even as his eyes remained looking forward?

His guilt rose in the back of his throat like bile. But so too did his desire.

Ru’in grunted as Kiada took her place beside him, and as his lower limbs began to slowly become stone, it was almost as if his magic was a physical representation of his will fixing him in place, lest the smallest twitch of his body give him away.

Care to join me? Suddenly she filled his vision in a way that he couldn’t have avoided. The fiery griffons on her back - so different from the foxes which normally appeared there - took hold of his eyes and refused to let them go. His gaze sank lower, cascading over the slender curves of her more-womanly hips, and once again he had to gulp. He was always covered in an abundance of hair, but never before had he felt so hot in his life.

"Yahr." He agreed, seeing no reason why he should not follow his ‘cousin’, especially given the orders Kisamoa had just explained. Five minutes ago the tusked boy could not have cared less about what Kisamoa needed, and now he was thankful for the tasks. Excuses and justifications bristled in his mind, shoving the guilt away and loosening his limbs so that he could trail after Kiada.