The walk back to the grounds was done with Elua's important items - mostly food and pillows - packed into a rucksack that Qatrand insisted on wearing. The Yecine 'heir' cradled her wife in her arms this time… the petite brunette nestled against her chest with a satisfied smile and a hand lazily placed on her beloved's collar.
Each little pause in their journey, another soft kiss was exchanged. Yet Qatrand couldn't help but notice the other pattern emerging because of these affectionate moments.
"That's the seventh bird you've sent off since we made it to your camp."
A face tilted with feigned 'innocence' when she folded another tiny slip of paper and tucked it into the leg band of the Skydancer that waited on the small cultivator's head. The iridescent bird colored like dawn's light chirped once before taking flight into the slowly deepening dark.
"Have you been counting my messages to others instead of my kisses to you? I'm wounded, my fortress."
