Wild Cherry Orchard [m] I started a joke

The nuzzle to her neck was reassuring, a simple touch illiciting a reaction from her that she hadn't felt before, her heart began to thrum in her chest as a new heat rose to her skin. An ear turned towards Savion as he said he had the cure, expecting some sort of bitter plant that her mother might administer for bumps and bruises, but that wasn't to be the case. When he went on to say that all she had to do was stand there, she was left quite puzzled, caught up in her own thoughts until the cold prod of a nose pulled her back to the here and now. It was enough to send her rear end scooting to the side until she spun around to face him again, an apologetic look on her face as she realised that she probably shouldn't have moved.

Victoria ran her flank alongside his right side, with a whine of apology betraying her nerves before she bought herself back around to stand along his left. Her jaws were parted, short pants about all she could manage to try and lower her body temperature, convinced the fever alone would be the end of her. Heat like this was never promising in the ill. There was a nervous edge to the air as she moved her tail to the side, patiently waiting for him to fix whatever was wrong with her.

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