"YOU BUILT A VINE TENT FOR THIS??!" Nyxsha bellowed, her tail slamming the ground hard enough to send petals flying, her claws unsheathing with a metallic shink.
Sylvara tilted her head, her vines curling lazily behind her.
"Privacy is sacred. Intimacy should be slow-grown. He was very… responsive," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, glancing at Azareel with a fond, teasing smile.
Azareel looked between them, confused and guilty, his face still flushed, nectar glistening on his chin.
"She said it was a secret," he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his silver eyes wide with innocence.
"You sucked her!!" Nyxsha barked, her voice cracking with outrage, her golden eyes flashing as she lunged forward.
"I… thought it was food…" Azareel stammered, his silver-white hair tousled, his torn robe shifting awkwardly as he tried to sit up straighter.
