NT-6922
Dark Siren
She let out a gasp as she felt [member="Serenna"] 's hand taking her own, but immediatly squeezed it lightly, unwanting to let it go. She turned around to the beaming chiss, hearing herself try to speak, stuttering like a shy teenager, unable to say coherent words as she saw the magnificient image of the beautiful alien, her form outlined by the morning sun against the desert, making her look like some sort of angel through a desolated desert, the town already out of sight. "A-a-ask a-away", Natassia finally managed to say, her mind all but fixated on her companion now. "I w-would be... h-happy to t-tell you..."
A miniscule part of her mind was confused - how could a seasoned stormtrooper behave like such a shaking mess because of an alien? But that part was soon kicked into nothingness, the blonde feeling shy, happy, apprehensive, but also extremely eager. They were nearing the foot of the mountain - it looked like a small path could be climbed, but it would take concentration. Not that it mattered to the trooper. She was trained for such hostile environment progression. But what about her dear, dear... friend? Love interest? She hardly knew what to call Serenna anymore. Al Natassia knew, was that the chiss had snatched away her heart, and held it in her delicate, gloved hands.
A miniscule part of her mind was confused - how could a seasoned stormtrooper behave like such a shaking mess because of an alien? But that part was soon kicked into nothingness, the blonde feeling shy, happy, apprehensive, but also extremely eager. They were nearing the foot of the mountain - it looked like a small path could be climbed, but it would take concentration. Not that it mattered to the trooper. She was trained for such hostile environment progression. But what about her dear, dear... friend? Love interest? She hardly knew what to call Serenna anymore. Al Natassia knew, was that the chiss had snatched away her heart, and held it in her delicate, gloved hands.