It might be the divine intervention of the Dawnflower, or simply that Snow is reassured enough by her friend's concern to manage the transformation herself but by the time Lisa has finished Snow is sprawled flat on the floor of the cathedral and looking delighted about the whole thing!
She grabs Lisa and spins her around in a hug. "Thanks Lisa! Slept. Got stuck. Sorry for leaving." She finally slows down to drop the cleric to the floor again. "You ok last night?"
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"Oh Tee!" Ryn says, full of sympathy. "Give me a minute to close up and then you can talk. Here, have this while you wait." She passes Thanara the mug of tea she'd just brewed and hurries away to lock up. Once she gets back she pushes Thanara into a chair and pulls her own close.
"What happened?" She asks gently. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."
Lisa laughs as Snow spins her around, but her expression sobers when the ranger asks about the previous night. "Yeah, I guess. I think I had too much wine." She rubs at her arm, not wanting to tell Snow that she wound up back at Orik's house.
"What about Thanara? She ran off so quickly..."
Snow takes Lisa's arm and leads her outside, seeking a space the two can talk privately.
"Bad!" She growls. "Father, bad man! Angry. Kicks puppies! Thanara scared. Of him. Must protect her. From him. How?"
Lisa's eyes widen as some pieces fall into place. "Her father? That must be... Snow, Thanara's maid brought me to her a few weeks ago. She had been horribly beaten, and even after I healed her, she wouldn't tell me who had done it. She made me promise not to tell anybody... But if her own father is beating her, then she can't stay in that house with him!"
Thanara sits quietly for some time while Ryn pushes for her to vent. She ultimately shakes her head. ”Just…all I do is mess things up with my friends. And my dad hates me.”
She hangs her head and sighs. ”I’m a worthless human being.”
"Need plan." Snow rumbles. "Somewhere to go. For her. Away from him! Thanara proud. Not accept help. Even from Pack!" The shifter starts pacing, clearly getting worked up over the situation. "How? With me? Would say no! Who else?" She retains enough sense not to mention the other name that springs to mind, not least because she still wants some answers on that front.
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"Of course you're not Tee!" Ryn says, putting a gentle arm around Thanara's shoulder. "Your dad... well, he doesn't love you like a father should. Everyone knows that. And your friends wouldn't be your friends if they didn't know you. Whatever you did they'll forgive you. Your best friend is a cleric of Sarenrae for goodness sake. She's practically required to forgive you! Snow wouldn't even react if you were horrible to her and you know I'm not going anywhere. You have friends Tee, and anyone who just ups and leaves you wasn't your friend to begin with!"
She keeps up the positive chatter for a few minutes, interspersed with encouraging Thanara to drink her tea until the conversation begins to drift in another direction as Ryn casts around for things to say.
"So what do you think of Snow's new look?" She asks, "She ordered a huge number of clothes, I've been sewing every moment for about two weeks to get her order done. It's been worth it though - I got loads of enquiries yesterday. Apparently she did some sort of big showing off? People realised it was my work though so I'm happy. It was a nice challenge actually, fitting someone who didn't demand this fabric or that one. She just trusted me to do a good job." She gives Thanara a gentle nudge. "So? You're close to her. Did I do a good job?"
Lisa shakes her head. "I don't know. It's a delicate situation. Titus Scarnetti is a powerful man in Sandpoint. The only sure way to escape his reach would be to leave town! We'll be going to Magnimar soon to follow up on this Brotherhood of the Seven and Xanesha. Maybe we should stay there for a few weeks so we can come up with a plan..."
Thanara doesn’t acknowledge Ryn’s encouragements. Only one thing kept running through her head.
I am the one who protects you. You don't need to be strong. You don't need your little spells. You just need to trust me. I know what is best for my pets and I look after them. You don't need the priestess or your mutt or those pretty sparks you toss around. You just need me. You trust your mistress and obey your mistress, like a good little pet should. I'll keep you safe, my pretty pet. I will keep you safe.
When Ryn asks her opinion on her work for Snow, she nods weakly. ”You know you did. You always do.”
"Right." Snow says, nodding her head firmly. "Good plan. Get away. Find new den." Then kill Titus. She thinks, but doesn't say. Lisavet would feel obliged to stop her if she mentioned it.
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"Yes, but I like other people telling me about it too." Ryn says with a smile, "Just like you like people praising your stories. Now I probably shouldn't say this..." She looks around and leans in. "But have you seen her? I mean really looked? She took her shirt off when I wanted to do her measurements and it's all muscle Tee! I don't think I've ever seen someone with that little fat on their bones! And her legs! I had to make an entirely new pattern for her, all the ones I had for that length were for men." She glances at Thanara and then goes the extra mile in her quest for a smile. "Can you imagine what she'd be like in bed? Is it true that she can turn into a wolf? She must have an amazing tongue..."
Lisa nods back. "Alright. Don't say anything to Thanara, though. She won't want to go through with it if she knows what we're planning."
The priestess looks away for a moment, then turns back to Snow. "She kissed me last night," she says.
Thanara only blushes in shame. She starts squirming in her chair and her thighs rubbing together, as a new wave of thoughts enter her head.
Her description of Snow.
Snow’s kiss.
Lisavet’s kiss.
Rynshinn tied to Mistress’ bed.
Rynshinn’s taste…
"I know." Snow says. "Was there. Remember?" She doesn't mention the fact that she got a kiss too, no matter how brief. "Not sure why. Much wine. Maybe that? " She gives a shrug. "Or likes you. Understand why. Pretty. Like Sun."
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Ryn notices the squirming and is kind enough to back off, standing up to tidy away the tea things. Then she slaps her hand to her head. "I'm sorry Tee, Mistress Savah asked me to give this to you this morning when I saw you next."
She hands over a folded piece of paper, sealed with Savahs customary blob of solder.
My Pretty One,
You've been very good the last week and I want to reward you for that.
The letter reads, Savah's untidy handwriting sprawling across the page.
Tomorrow night, if you can, I want you to come to the smithy at sunset. If not tell Rynshinn when you can come and I'll make it work. Come in something pretty. It's going to be a night all about you - you're going to serve your mistress like the good girl you are and get the rewards you deserve.
Mistress.
A line squeezed onto the bottom of the page catches Thanara's eye.
Since you've been so good you may touch yourself tonight. But don't release. I want you needy and ready for me tomorrow.
Ryn has been making herself busy but looks up when Thanara finishes the letter and offers a smile. "So? Something good? You look like you need Mistress's attentions."
Thanara’s hands are shaking as she finishes the letter. ”Mistress…wants me at her place. Tomorrow night,” she says, her voice trembling with both anxiety and need.
She hangs her head. The thought of touching herself felt…wrong. She had never done so before. ”I…I don’t think I can hold out that much longer. She’s deprived me to the point I think I’m going crazy,” she says as she slumps over in the chair, burying her hands in her golden hair.
Lisa blushes. "Maybe it was the wine. If not, and she likes me like that. I'm... I'm not sure what to do with that."
"You like girls?" Snow asks with a shrug. "If so, good. If not, tell her. Gently. Thanara is... confused, right now. Stuff happening. Give her time? Might help. Think what you want. Then talk."
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"I..." Ryn starts, and then pauses, flushing red. "I could help... if you wanted? I wouldn't tell!" She hurries to add. "Just us, just friends. I mean... you did for me..."
Thanara doesn’t reply, just meekly hands the note to Ryn, blushing furiously without looking up.
"I've never had those sorts of feelings about another woman before," Lisa says. "But I've never been as close with anybody as I have with Thanara. And the kiss... It was nice..."
Lisa sighs. "Okay. I won't do anything rash. I'll give things time. Thanks, Snow."
"Welcome." Snow says. "Thank you. Can always talk to me. If you need. We are pack." She gives the cleric a loose hug and turns to head home, given that she's been in the same clothes for... too long now.
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Ryn reads the note and Thanara sees a shiver go through her body. "Well you'd best not then..." She says, handing the note back. "I, err... I guess you'll make it tomorrow?"
Thanara nods. ”I…I have to…”
She stands up and heads to the door, her whole body trembling. ”Th-thanks Ryn…” before heading out and flying back home.
She locks herself into her room and waits not so patiently for the following sun to begin to set.
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Thanara used her usual “cloak-and-dagger” routine to slip through town until she arrives at the Armory. By the time she is inside, she’s an absolute mess. She shifts her clothes to something sexy and scandalous before making her way up the stairs, though she cannot help but hang her head in humiliation at her own state.
When Thanara arrives at the top of the stairs Savah is there to meet her, eyes raking up and down Thanara's body in obvious approval.
"Hello Pretty One." She says softly. "You look good enough to eat, such an obedient little girl. I'm very pleased with you." She leans in to kiss Thanara passionately, one hand gripping the back of her head. "Are you close Pretty One?" She whispers, pulling back just enough to speak as her eyes bore into Thanara's. "I want you to cum for me Thanara. Cum for me now!" Her lips crash back onto the sorceresses and her thigh pushes hard between Thanara's legs as she holds Thanara upright through the waves that follow.
"What a good girl." She breathes again, once Thanara can support her own weight. "Come with me Pretty One, I promised this night would be all about you and this is just the beginning."
When she opens the door it becomes apparent that Savah really is making an effort tonight. There are strategically placed, sweet smelling candles dotted around the room. The bed has fresh linens and inviting black ribbons secured to the four corners and Savah's chest sits open, revealing a neat selection of interesting looking objects.
Most notable however, and looking most out of place in the room is Ryn, waiting on the edge of the bed. She is dressed in an attractive dark corset, her hair pulled back in a tight bun and a short skirt that is barely long enough to deserve the name.
"You're such a good submissive." Savah purrs in Thanara's ear. "And I know how much pleasure it gives you. Pleasing your mistress. So tonight, as a special treat, you're going to be pleasing not one mistress but two. Do you understand pet? Tonight you will have two mistresses to pleasure, and we are going to be very generous with our rewards, aren't we Precious?"
"Yes Mis-," Rynshinn cuts herself off with an obvious effort. "Yes we are, Savah."
"So," Savah continues, "Do you like your surprise Pretty One?"
Thanara could not believe a simple kiss was all it took to send her over the edge. She slumped into Savah’s arms as her body convulsed and her stomach spasmed through the release. Eventually, she is able to continue on trembling legs as Savah leads her into her room, and Thanara gasps at the sight.
When her eyes land on Ryn, she blushes in humiliation as Savah details her plan. She does her best not to show her anxiety, simply hanging her head in her shame. ”Yes, Mistress. Mistresses…”
"What a good pet." Savah says, striding into the room and taking her seat in the chair she seems to keep in the room for exactly this purpose. "Come here pet, sit in my lap so that I can touch you."
Thanara obeys, blushing still more as she settles and Savah spreads her legs apart with one firm hand. "I do like the outfit." Savah says, running her hands down Thanara's bare skin. "But still, I think it might get in the way. Precious?"
Cool hands slide down Thanara's neck from behind and slide her silken robe down her shoulders and off her arms, breaking the illusion as it goes and revealing Thanara, as naked as the day she was born.
The cool hands creep around Thanara's sides, brushing the sensitive underside of her breasts as they cup the heavy mounds and begin to play with them, twisting the nipples gently. The sensation is delightful but slightly too hesitant to be truly stimulating.
"You're doing a wonderful job of teasing her." Savah says, looking over Thanara's shoulder, "But she can handle more than this! Pull those nipples harder! Give them a twist!" Her larger hand closes over Rynshinn's slender one and gives Thanara a firm tweak.
"You see, she likes it." Savah says, satisfaction obvious in her tone and Rynshinn takes up the task, playing harder and giving Thanara more of the stimulation she craves.
"Do you like this Pretty One?" Savah asks with a wicked smile. "Do you like having four hands on you, touching you like this?" One of her hands dips into the empty space between their legs. "Do you like being my, our, plaything?"
Thanara was panting as the teasing intensified steadily. She craned her neck to see Rynshinn as she took advantage of her, making brief eye contact.
This…this is so wrong. On so many…oh gods…levels.
But…this is what Mistress wants…
Her lips opened into a silent moan before she turned back to Savah. As the blacksmith’s hands reached her femininity, she gasped and muttered ”Y-yes, Mistresses.”
Savah continues to play with Thanara as Rynshinn presses her lips to the back of Thanara's neck and kisses her way down the girl's spine, right the way down to the cleft of her buttocks. The kisses pauses there and Thanara can hear Ryn shifting position behind her before a tongue flickers out to join the probing fingers in bringing her pleasure.
Thanara writhes under the combined assault for a couple of delicious minutes before Savah decides to move on.
"Enough." She says simply, picking Thanara up and carrying her to the bed. "Get up!" She adds over her shoulder to Ryn, still kneeling on the floor. "You are in charge tonight Precious. Act like it! Now go to the chest and select something you want to use on my Pretty One here."
She puts Thanara down on the bed and sets to work with the black ribbons, securing her spread-eagled across the bed. "Now remember Pet, this isn't a punishment." She says gently. "Trust me. This will bring you a lot of pleasure."
She steps aside and joins Ryn by the chest. A short, whispered conversation suddenly becomes louder when Ryn says "But that's ours!" in clearly hurt tones and Savah smacks her sharply on the bottom before replying in a hissed whisper.
Ryn turns back with a small flogger in her hands, the same one that Savah used on hers last time and takes a few steps forwards to the edge of the bed. She trails the leather tassels slowly up and down Thanara's bare skin, teasing the sensitive spots on her sides and at the top of her thighs until Savah suddenly flicks her own flogger and sends the tails kissing across Thanara's chest. The impact is unexpected but not sharp enough to hurt and Thanara feels a rush of heat shooting through her.
Thanara allows herself to be tied, but then memories of what Savah did to Ryn starts to invade her mind and she squirms, testing the restraints as her demeanor changes more to a look of trepidation than arousal. Her body trembles as the lashes take across her skin, recoiling as best she can, and when the first strike comes, she can’t help but cry out more fearful than excited, and tears trail down her cheeks.
Savah brings the flogger down gently a few more times, apparently mis-reading Thanara's squirming, but when she gestures to Ryn the half-elf takes one look at Thanara's face and drops the flogger, her own face crumpling.
"I... can't!" She says, voice quavering. "I'm sorry Mistress, I just can't!"
"Rynshinn..." Savah replies but Ryn turns and bolts from the room, leaving the door swinging behind her. Savah sighs and leans down to kiss Thanara. "Wait here Pretty One, I'll talk to her and then be right back with you."
She leaves and pulls the door too, but it doesn't close entirely and, with a little straining, Thanara can hear the conversation that must be going on on the stairs outside the bedroom.
"Rynshinn, we talked about this." Savah says, in the same disappointed tone she used when Thanara ended up drunk in her shop. "You need to get yourself together."
"I'm sorry M-, Mistress." Ryn replies, clearly on the verge of tears. "I... I just can't. I'm not like you. I'm not strong like that. I don't want to be in charge. I want to be the one serving you. Please Mistress, don't make me do that again!"
"You were serving me Rynshinn, while you were doing what I told you to do." Savah says firmly. "If you had reservations you should have said so this morning, not led me on and Thanara! This is supposed to be her evening and here you are ruining it."
"I did!" Anger is creeping through the sadness in Ryn's tone. "I said I wasn't comfortable with this, I said I wasn't sure and then you spanked me until I agreed! That wasn't fun Savah! It just hurt! Of course I said yes, you didn't give me a choice!"
Silence reigns for a long moment before Savah speaks again, still calm. "Well you have a choice now Rynshinn. You can dry your eyes, apologise to me for your disrespect and wait outside the door until I let you back in. Or you can not. Think carefully Precious."
"Or what?" Ryn throws back and Thanara can practically see the dressmaker on her feet, yelling in Savah's face. "Or you'll tie me up and beat me until I scream and beg for mercy? Is that the plan Savah? Is that what you do to someone you claim to love?"
"Apologise!" Savah growls, anger finally seeping into her voice. "I would never do that! Apologise Rynshinn. Now!"
"N-no!" Rynshinn stutters at first but then her voice becomes stronger, until Thanara can hear every word clearly. "No! I will not apologise! You don't care about me Savah. Maybe you did once, but you don't now! Well, you know what? I'm done! You can keep the bracelets - give them to the next innocent whose heart you steal!"
"Rynshinn!" Savah calls, but the thumping footsteps don't stop until the front door slams below and Thanara hears Savah let out a sigh before her steps return up the stairs. She enters the room a moment later.
"I'm sorry about that Pretty One, but we won't let it spoil your night. I promised that this would be about you and it is. Hold still for a moment." She unties Thanara's arms and then sets to work, peppering her skin with kisses while her firm hands carress Thanara's body. "You're going to scream my name tonight Pretty One." She says, a promise in her tone.
Savah makes good on her promise, pleasuring Thanara for several hours and occasionally taking her own pleasure from Thanara's mouth or fingers in return. She doesn't allow any conversation, even gagging Thanara at one point so that she can continue her sensual work without interruption.
It isn't until she's coaxed a final climax from the writhing and sweat-covered sorceress that Savah finally unties her legs, draws her close and pulls a sheet over them both.
"Don't worry about her." She whispers, cuddling Thanara gently. "Ryn gets very worked up over small things sometimes. I'll give her a few days to calm down and then she'll apologise and we'll be able to make things better. You don't need to worry. It just means you have all my attention now." She adds, pressing a kiss into Thanara's hair.
Thanara squirmed against her bonds, feeling helpless in her current predicament. She had started to protest when Savah returned, but didn't dare interrupt her after the flogging she had received. Then her fear is replaced by arousal, and she starts to relax and enjoy the attention she has so desperately needed.
However, she makes it a point to avoid crying out as Savah had declared.
Even so, Thanara is a panting, sweaty, and weak image of herself as she still lay helpless in the bed.
"You've been very proud tonight." Savah says softly, running a finger down Thanara's cheek. "That's good, I like the fire in you Pretty One. My pretty little Spark. Tonight was all about you, but remember." She pauses and her lips quirk into a predatory grin. "I am the Mistress here. And in the end I always get what I want!"
Her hands fly down to Thanara's sides and start tickling her mercilessly!
Thanara's mood had thankfully lightened for the moment, and when Savah starts tickling her, she can't help but laugh and feel like the two are now playing a game. "I'll...hahaha....I'll n-never...haha! Never cry out!" she says through clenched teeth as her wrists and ankles strain against the restraints.
"Oh I think I could make you!" Savah replies, looming playfully for a moment before she leans down and kisses the tip of Thanara's nose. "Maybe next time."
She unties Thanara and draws her close so the two can cuddle until Thanara either falls asleep or has to make her stealthy exit...
Thanara does cuddle for a little bit in silence. But then she sits up slowly, her body shaking until she is up to a seated position. She looks over her shoulder and says "I'm...I'm sorry I ran off Ryn. I didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry Pretty One." Savah says, propping herself up on one elbow as the sheet falls to her waist. "You did nothing wrong, and I don't want you worrying that you did. This is between me and her. You just do what you've been doing so well, obeying your mistress, trusting your mistress and being a good pet. Remember you can always talk to me about your worries, but this needn't be one of them. It is Not. Your. Fault." She taps Thanara gently on the nose for each of the last three words.
"Do you understand Pretty One?"
Snow pushes open the door of Vernah's fine clothing and looks around. "Ryn-shinn? It's Snow. Asked for me?"
"Hey Snow." The seamstress says, glancing over from her customer. "Head out the back and I'll catch you in a minute!"
Snow prowls through the shop, nodding to the woman Rynshinn is currently dealing with and steps out into the back of the shop. Placed prominently on a table stand the black boots that Snow had so admired a few weeks before and the s#**er can't resist going over to run her hand down the supple leather. The boots are fully laced and have clearly been completed recently to judge by the scraps of cord and tiny pieces of leather off-cut which still litter the bench.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Rynshinn asks, stepping into the space herself. "I cancelled the order with my client. We had... a difference of opinion, and I remembered that I promised you a pair if I ever had another." She pauses, awkwardly and then gathers her courage to continue. "So yes, they're done and they're yours, if you want them."
Snow grins, still caressing the leather between her fingers.
"Yes! Want!" She exclaims. "Mine! Thank you! How much? Not much now. But bring more soon. For these!"
Her enthusiasm brings a smile to Rynshinn's face and the half elf steps forwards. "Well... you promised me something if you got a pair of your own..." She says, hesitating slightly. "Do you remember?"
Snow catches the scent of embarrassment from the beautiful half-elf, overlaying another, much more pleasant scent and the smell makes her grin wolfishly.
"Remember." She says slowly. "Said wear them. For you. You want that?" She already knows the answer, but watching Ryn blush and glance down at the floor satisfies a hot and primal urge inside her. "Fine, but need help. With laces."
She sits down in the nearest chair and eases her sensible working boots off with a practised motion. "So? Bring boots."
Ryn moves slowly, to Snow's nose she travels at the centre of a cloud of arousal, and the shifter keeps her gaze fixed as the half-elf approaches with the boots in hand. She kneels without prompting and the wolf inside Snow howls in delight as Rynshinn picks up her right foot and gently eases the boot onto it. The laces are done slowly, as though Ryn is savouring the simple tasks and Snow simply watches, her smile growing ever wider as Ryn finally finishes the right boot and moves onto the left.
The feeling of the soft leather is glorious and even sitting down Snow can appreciate just how good her legs look in the, no her, new boots. Ryn clearly can too and when she finally ties off the last lace the half-elf stays kneeling on the floor for a moment.
Snow leans forwards, cupping Ryn's chin and lifting her eyes up to meet Snow's own amber gaze. "You want me." It's a statement, not a question. "Smell it. Arousal. Boots, kneeling, me. You want it." Even with Snow's fragmented discourse the message is clear. "Want you too!" The shifter growls, before plunging forwards as the wolf inside her demands - to claim the woman in front of her, as they both know she wants to be claimed.
The kiss is fierce and Ryn melts into it, willingly parting her lips for Snow to plunder her mouth until both of them pull back, short of breath.
"Yes," Ryn breathes as she recovers her breath. "I want you Snow. I want... I want..." She can't finish the sentence and Snow finishes it for her. "Want to be mine?" She says, unable to keep a hopeful note out of her voice. "I want you Ryn. Am Alpha, want mate. Want you. Want to ftake you. Pin down and take you. Hard. Like wolf should!" Ryn's breath hitches and Snow pushes on. "Want you to kneel. Pleasure me. Watch you pleasure self. You want that? Want to be mine?"
"Yes." Ryn breathes, "Yes Mistress. Please!"
Snow stands, pulling Ryn up with her without effort and points to the table.
"Show me!"
Thanara had spent the next day recovering. Though that was difficult since home was not much relaxation. And she didn’t know how Ryn felt after the…incident.
So, when she accidentally came face-to-face with Lisavet in the street, one of the two people she had been actively avoiding, she flushed with embarrassment and tried to find a convenient Avenue of escape, which meant she was left standing in the street looking around awkwardly.
Lisavet hadn't been intentionally avoiding Thanara, but had been giving her space, as Snow suggested. So when the sorceress nearly bumps into her, she is as surprised as the other woman.
"Oh, Thanara! Hello. How... how have you been?" she asks with a strained smile.
”I…I’ve been…fine. How about you?” she replies anxiously as she begins backing away and moving towards a side street.
"Good. Good," Lisa replies. "Um, if you have somewhere to be, I won't keep you."
”Yeah, I should…not be bothering you…” she says as her eyes well with tears when Lisavet clearly wants rid of her. She turns and heads down the side street she had spotted hurriedly.
"Wait, Thanara!" Lisa calls as the other woman turns to leave. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I just... Snow told me to give you some space, but I... I miss you!" she blurts out.
Thanara had barely ducked out of sight around the corner when Lisavet replies. Lisavet can hear that the sorceress is just around the corner, judging by the stifled sobs that manage to reach her ears.
Lisa hurries around the corner to where Thanara is crying. She quickly pulls her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Thanara. Please, don't cry. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. You're my best friend, Thanara."
Thanara stands there numb, letting Lisavet embrace her. She eventually pressed her face into the crook of Lisavet’s neck. ”I’m sorry. I th-thought I had ruined everything. Th-then I ran off Snow…and…and…” she stops before embarrassing herself with an accidental confession about her…lust life?
"Shh... No, you didn't ruin anything. I care about you, Thanara. I only want you to be happy," Lisa says, cradling Thanara. The cleric turns her head slightly to kiss the top of her head.
When she feels Lisavet’s lips meet the top of her head, she slowly raises her face up to meet Lisavet’s gaze, her eyes darting back and forth between the priestesses, trying to get a read on her as her hands slide down to her waist as she leans slightly back.
Looking up at Lisavet, Thanara can see the other woman's pupils dilate slightly as her breath shakes slightly. It's clear that Lisa is both nervous and excited to be so close to the sorceress, and to feel her hands around her...
Thanara doesn’t dare move, like a deer caught in the torch-light of a fast moving carriage at night. Though her breathing does quicken in both speed and strength.
"Thanara," Lisa whispers. "When you kissed me the other night... I liked it. Do you want to kiss me again?"
Thanara doesn’t say a word, but Lisavet can feel the slightest pressure on her hips as Thanara’s hands subconsciously try to pull her closer…
Lisa goes for it, closing her eyes and pressing herself against Thanara as their lips meet...
Thanara melts between Lisavet and the wall behind her. And her eyes flutter closed as she returns the kiss with now practiced zeal.
After a few moments, that felt like an age, she gently pulls away, raising a finger to her lips to attend to smeared lipstick. ”I…I had no idea…we have to be careful though. It’s a small town and people talk…” Thanara stammers quietly as she catches her breath and looks around to make sure no one saw.