That was quite the conversation… But it went well~? The baby blues of the belle focused upon the blaze which continued in front of her, Sophie Sequoia was glad for the gift of a brightly burning bonfire now that the sun had gone down and they had been left with only the clearness of a star shining night and lingering snow to go with it, though frankly for the moment seemed a little more interested in the way her day had seemed to go than she was matters of weather or climate.
Lucky dog, getting two women fawning over him for his first time~? The pinkette left with her pert posterior placed upon one of the logs which acted as seating for their current event, around her folk seemed to chitter and chatter and shriek as they shared stories of peril and passed food between themselves, but for the time being this particular slender siren seemed to be satisfied with the bottle of tequila she had in hand and the note of amusement which she had been brought by the chat she had about how she might develop her recent romances. Or, in this case, romances was more apt?
And to the victor, the spoils, eh~? Certainly finding herself surprised when she had found the budding blossom of another bond sprouting without her even doing much to realise it, the fuchsia fox had known that she might have been able to steal not one but two prizes today if she had really wanted it, but she hadn’t. Instead continuing to feel it was better to keep the conversation going, as the more recent addition to this triangle of desire she continued to assume that the deeper connection had been forged between the pairing she had come upon, and was fine with that really.
Whoever she might be…! Never one to get in the way of romance and all that and perhaps to some extent still wondering if she might just have been getting in the way of something real, though the magenta minx was a mischievous one she was also honest, and wanted the same to be said of those who she found herself sharing intimacy. For that reason happy to indulge a little solitude or wait for company as the fates might decide, she sat there and sipped upon her bottle, expecting nothing but perhaps hoping for more than that…?