"Are you sure you are comfortable up there?"
The metallic skirt fabric was cool on Qatrand's neck. She slightly adjusted her calloused hands on the petite thighs which she held secure at her collarbone. The brunette straddling her shoulders had a firm enough clutch around her sides with her feet that the blonde barely needed to hold her at all.
"Why wouldn't I be? I'm more worried I'd aggravate your shoulders with my weight."
The Yecine had offered the ride to her wife partly in jest, but she had also expected the Goltbred heiress to accept and take advantage of it. The fact that it dropped her 'dignified air', riding around like a child under the watchful gazes of those in the venue? Qat was willing to accept being stared at to let her spouse 'act her age'.
"What are you talking about? You're lighter than my sword on your back."
