Felicity Mason
Princess of Winds
...She forgot that playing with Glyph was way different than playing with Owain. Glyph would always back off when she took a step forward. Owain... would come forward to meet her every time. She blinked at him, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at once. She should shove him away, maybe punch him in the arm. But all she could do was lay there, frozen on the spot. Part of her actually didn't mind this. Part of her liked the attention.
"I... do owe you," she admitted slowly, wondering how serious he was. He must be joking. Fine. She would call the bluff. "Fine. There's room for two."
But there wasn't time to say she was 'just kidding'. Something was going on outside the ship.
[member="Owain"]
"I... do owe you," she admitted slowly, wondering how serious he was. He must be joking. Fine. She would call the bluff. "Fine. There's room for two."
But there wasn't time to say she was 'just kidding'. Something was going on outside the ship.
[member="Owain"]