Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

The crystal she had shown him earlier was giving off a faint glow and he wondered what might have triggered this reaction. Was it what he'd said to her? or perhaps the way he moved his paw touching the items that rested on her scaled chest. She had mentioned something about using the crystal to amplify her powers. Was she using her powers now? It intrigued him as he tried to guess if she was looking forward or backward in time with her abilities. There wasn't anything interesting in the past was there? It wasn't like there was anything secret or interesting about Caedwyn's past that she didn't already know (in his opinion) so obviously she must have been looking ahead. What was she searching for? Was she seeing how this moment was going to play out between them? Or looking much, much farther ahead than that? He was curious and the idea that Enya had somehow been tempted to spy on what was coming next greatly amused him. "I suppose there's still time to receive one as a gift." Her tongue flicked out at him but the motion was one he had become accustomed to. Was that what she was looking for? To see if he gathered her a beautiful necklace full of fangs and presented it to her? She had a dragons tooth. It would be difficult to find fangs of equal quality. Some trivial little tooth simply wasn't good enough to go on such an ornament. But that wasn't exactly what Caedwyn had in mind. If she had looked ahead and found out what was coming next, he was going to make sure to keep her guessing. "What are you thinking right now, Caed?" He smiled, gently revealing his teeth as he peered down at her. His body felt like it was on autopilot. His heart was beating faster but the jittery nervousness had disappeared. "I'm thinking -," he began, his tone deepening but still somehow quiet. The combination made it come out in a growling tone. Not one of aggression but instead sounding much more primal than the voice he normally spoke with. He started to lean in closer his nose dipping under her chin. "- about your necklace of fangs. Shall I give it to you now, Enya?" Even closer. His mouth moved over her throat and he slowly opened his mouth, jaws parting over her neck he moved with careful diligence and control. His hot breath breathed into her and he softly - with the utmost gentle touch, allowed his teeth to touch the scales on her neck. It was only for a moment, as he didn't want to frighten her, and as soon as he had done so he continued his slow motions - flicking out his own tongue to gently, slowly lick the scales on her neck, pushing his nose upward under her jaw to push her head up and back was he gave a long, smooth motion with his mouth along the scales of her chin before retracting his tongue back into his mouth. --- Speech.