The intrepid explorer returns! [End]

[Shinigami]

"You are shapely, my sweetest. Shapely and slinky and sexy, all long, lithe ferret and all mine!" Quinn's smile glittered with possessive delight at that particular claim, and the blue scarf swirled not just around the otter, but around Vessatha as well, almost like a frisking puppy dancing around its owners. "I would love to see you in something that emphasizes that. Maybe long, flowing ribbons of blue to match your spots." She was practically purring at the thought.

And then she was gone, scampering toward some place she could order specific food to be delivered. Oh, she had ideas. Some of the exotic Hisstor dishes, all spicy and tart, sharp bites, with rich, smooth Selkie fish to counter it, all supported by a rich Solandrian brew that she'd picked up recently that could practically count as a meal in itself. She rather thought that her dearest would enjoy such an odd combination of flavors.

As soon as the order was all taken care of, she scampered back toward their suite, taking a childish opportunity to get up some speed and then slide down the hallway on her belly, expertly ending up right in front of their door. Standing, she opened the door again.

"Angel of Fantasy, the meal has been ordered!"

[Greenie]

Vessatha smiled languidly, enjoying the series of possessive statements she hadn't heard in so long. One of these years she was just going to lock Quinn up in a remote bedroom somewhere and not let her leave.. She gently weaved the scarf through her fingers, enjoying the silkiness of it, not at all alarmed by it's interest in drawing her closer to the otter. "As pretty as that would be, where would I wear it? There aren't many formal events here that would require me in a dress.." She paused, and was about to draw her finger down Quinn's chest, when the otter abruptly vanished and she nearly fell forward. Vessie grimaced at the spot her lover had so recently vacated, then harumphed and waited on one of the small couches she had in her entryway.

The ferret declined to rise upon Quinn's return, choosing instead to idly watch the otter's smooth entrance from her resting place, her arms stretched out behind her head. "And where is our dinner from tonight, love?"

[Shinigami]

"A magnificent multicultural meal, my melodious majesty," Quinn crooned, dancing over toward Vessie with a comparatively small amount of jingles when set up against her usual musical clatter. It would be best to keep it to a minimum this evening, she deemed. There was no need to bother her angelic one with such annoyances as the discord that could result from too many bells at one, not when the point of the evening was to seduce and re-connect. It had been too long.

"From the depths of the Wastes, to the clear waters of the Lakes, to the high halls of the Glaciers, our meal is being prepared with tender care, that it all may be something that is worthy of you and your enjoyment." Her eyes sparkled happily at the prospect. "And as for you in ribbons? Oh, I think I would savor that sight just for myself. You, all beautifully-dressed, shining in my eyesight. My fantastical one, mine alone." It was a purr, and she curled close, nuzzling against her as she spoke.

[Greenie]

Vessatha paused to absorb the lengthy alliteration, her mind mentally filtering though Quinn's usual excessive use of words. She'd never understood why the otter insisted on using twenty when one would do. "Any particular regions? If you brought me Bog food again, I swear.." She dropped off, an eyebrow raised.

And there she went again with the mind-blather, but Vessie's ears caught onto "Wastes" and stuck there. "Wastes? As in Hisstor Wastes? I'm not eating anything that's not cooked, you silly creature." Vessie made a face, but it seemed Quinn's attention span had jumped back to their previous conversation, and she paused to make the mental leap backwards. "If you say so. Dresses are a pain."