Velo en Cascada oh, ms. believer

Even the most platonic of friends were hard to see as platonic in her eyes… it definitely wasn’t something she’d planned to have happen to her, and without any warning, it’d fallen upon her. She couldn’t think clearly – she was irritable and snappish and wanted very few things… food, water, and for that incipient and everlasting burning she could feel lighting her skin on fire any time she thought she managed to put it out. He approached again, her eyes darting around. She shouldn’t be acting like this – she should go back to being the Lilya that Lachesis knew and recognized as friend… not whatever character she was supposed to be now.

It felt like hell, trying to figure everything out. She didn’t react to the nip at first, a low rumble rustling her throat thought her maw did not open. The growl was heard, but muffled, just enough to hear the annoyance in her tone at the idea of him telling her she had to go anywhere. Maybe she should just go and hide under the waterfall… what would he do then? Would he chase her. The idea entertained her more than she was willingly ready to admit. Would he even care about what she chose to do?

Her paws dragged along the ground, occasionally bumping into him on purpose to try and draw a reaction she wanted out of him. She had one mission running through her head, and a saner version of her would have locked her away for it.