Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150530135920/@comment-5543592-20150531015040

Scire's breathing quickened, made evident by the faster rises and falls of his chest, and he made a soft moaning sound when she touched him. He returned her kisses tenderly, full of meaning. His hands found her hips and threaded themselves around her back.

He'd been lying if he had said this wasn't his primary intention when he had come back to her. There had been no one after he'd met Najiima. That had bothered him at first, but then took it as a sign, as most Farseer's probably would. Thus, he returned to her, hoping for something more than he had left with.