“Mhm, you missed me.” She followed his gaze to the darkening skies. “What would you say to helping me get the armor into the tent?”

Z O O M I E S

Gathering the rest of the pieces in her arms — which for her was no easy task — she shuffled in behind him and set the armor down in the back corner of her tent. Evette knelt, then began to rearrange the pieces into a neater pile.

“I like armor that actually protects me.” With her armor stacked, she turned to face the Bosmer and sat cross-legged. “And it’s not that heavy when I’m actually wearing it.”

She knew just as well as him how that conversation would go. It would not have been the first time they went through it. “So,” she set her hands on her knees and leaned forward just lightly, “guess now that it’s raining I’m stuck here. Was that part of your plan?”

Her lips pursed into a pout, and she reached her left hand out to lightly shove his shoulder. “You could have just requested my presence. I would have showed up.” Not that she was really complaining.

“With, of course.” Repositioning onto her knees, the Nord leaned forward to look over the toppled Bosmer. “But I would have taken it off an set it aside, were you to behave.”

She rolled her eyes, and placed her hands on either side of his head so she could lean forward a little more. “You know what I mean.”

Now straddling his waist, Evette narrowed her gaze down at him. She new his game, and he was fortunate she enjoyed it. “Has anybody ever let you know just how smug you are?”

“I don’t know if there’s a side of you I haven’t seen yet. Not unless there’s something you’re waiting to surprise me with.” She had lowered herself to be just a few inches above the Bosmer, and then she held herself at that distance.

“Oh, am I?” Her pout turned to a fanged grin, and her curiosity had her lean down until their noses were just shy of touching. “And what would I have to do to learn these secrets of yours?”

Today she is: feral

P O U N C I N G

“Yes.”

“I’ll do my best, I promise.”

She’s sitting as still as she possibly can — which isn’t all that still considering her state. At any moment she looks like she may pounce. At least she’s tilting her head, and seemingly appreciative of the scratching.

With that Evette is closing her eyes, and all of that pent-up nervous energy begins to visibly calm. Rather than twitching and fidgeting, she is now just gently swaying forward and back.

“Good girl” would have a decent chance of flustering her were she not blissfully in the middle of receiving scratches. “Thank you,” the Nord answered with a hum.