Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

The nickname had slipped from her lips without any sort of thought or reason behind it. Just as it had left her, her magic came to play. While the necklace around her chest began to faintly glow, her mind saw a picture. It was the two of them, back when Enya had been hardly more than a mongrel. She'd been standing beneath a large glowing tree, the light reflecting on her then-dull scales and emaciated figure. There was Caedwyn, still as handsome as he was now, and yet younger with a look of mischief glinting in his eye. "Caedwyn." he said, still eyeing her out of the corner of his eyes. "I suppose you could call me Caed though, if you think we'll be seeing each other again?" He turned his head to her to speak more directly. "If you come to Vrolga, I can show you how to get that fang and much more. What do you think?" The vision of their past came and went with a flash, and Enya was brought back to reality as the Caedwyn before her shifted from his lay to push up into a partial sit. Back then there had been mischief in his eyes, and perhaps now there still was, but Enya was noticing something different in the way that he looked at her. Their eyes met and a nervousness entered her body, making her heart beat faster than before. No. Was it nervousness? Yes, she concluded, it was, but not the sort that made her want to flee with unease. It was nervousness of excitement, suddenly realizing that she had no idea what intentions Caedwyn had with her.  Their muzzles lingered dangerously close. She could once more feel his breaths as he exhaled. Her forked tongue flicked out quickly, then retreated between her teeth. Click came the sound. She tested the air, trying to decipher what thoughts were going through his head. She had been so absorbed in talking about herself that she'd missed how he had reacted to her stories before - or rather how he hadn't reacted to the stories directly.  "It's fine... I rather enjoy hearing your voice." Her heart beat quicker as he spoke softly, a tone she'd never really heard him use with her before. So many times before their words had been exchanged with anger or malice or resentment. Sometimes disbelief was sprinkled in between. Sometimes encouragement. Even the flirtation wasn't out of the norm for them. Example a: when they first met. Never had she heard this sort of tone from him before. Careful and confident, she realized. Confidence. Had she ever heard him act with confidence? There was the natural confidence most every wolf possessed but... this was something different. "I still think a necklace of fangs would have suited you nicely." Her mind drifted from trying to decipher the emotions on Caedwy's face, in his actions, and she returned to the present. A smirked stretched across her muzzle as she looked to find contact with his eyes. Hadn't that been what he had proposed to her when they'd first met? Was he thinking of their meeting, just as she had been? "I suppose there's still time to receive one as a gift." she mused with amusement, her tongue flicking again from between her teeth. Click.  Her instincts pushed her to reach upwards towards him, to wrap her legs around his neck and pull him down to her. The way he stared, the way he hovered so close to her, with just a hair's distance between their muzzles. Enya was anything but bashful when it came to romance and at this point in her life deemed herself quite experienced in this department. Instead of reacting to her instincts, Enya's body remained still, a paw shifting to brush against his as his tussled her necklace resting against her scaled underside. It wasn't the fear of intimacy that fought against her instincts. It was the fear of ruining the friendship that was finally growing between the two of them. Besides, she was probably jumping to conclusions here. In all of her time with him, Enya didn't really know Caedwyn. She knew parts of his history, and bits of his personality, but the wolf as a whole? She'd learned more about him in the past six months than she ever had known before.  So, instead of trying to read his eyes and through them, his mind, with magic she didn't possess, she opted for the simpler solution. "What are you thinking right now, Caed?" Her voice matched his in level. 'What are your intentions?' she wanted to follow up with, but felt the second question could obscure the meaning of the first.  "Speech."