Sinkhole Abyss — For Her Eyes Only [p][m]

"Nonsense" she quickly retorted as Caedwyn mentioned he was underdressed. "You are perfect for Her just the way you are." She stood still as Caedwyn moved about her, applying paint across her body. She relished the lingering touch and savored the contact between them, noticing how something so simple, so normal for those of their culture, could suddenly feel so sensual between them. It reminded her of fighting, how an act of violence could also be an act of love. And... then she laughed at herself for equating Caedwyn's lingering touches to someone ripping their teeth into another.  When he finished and stepped back to admire his work, she lifted her chin up just slightly to pose for him. His gaze fed her confidence. In her armor, in her paints, beneath the rising moon and Her gaze, Enya felt powerful standing there. She felt like the Queen she wanted to be. 'Don't let it get to you head.' she internally reminded herself. Just because she felt like the Queen didn't mean everyone saw her that way. Politics were a dangerous plague.  Caedwyn suggested they start preparing the alter and Enya nodded in agreement. She inspected the rock he had pointed out and again nodded her head, "This looks perfect." As he pulled out items from his bag and around it, she returned to her own bag and dug into one of the pockets within. From within she pulled out a smaller leather pouch that rattled as she plucked it up with her muzzle and carried it to the alter herself. From there, she helped him organize items upon and around the alter, then roped the small lamb and tethered it to be on standby for the appropriate moment. It was when Caedwyn mentioned something being no good that Enya stopped fussing with herself internally and turned her attention to him once more. "What's no good?" She downed a third cup of wine as she approached the gathering of items and waited for his response.  Note to myself: Don't forget the tiny bag with the rattling thing inside in your next post W0lf!!! "Speech."