Delicate ears registered his masculine, low growl as she pulled from him, as if separating two sticky webs from each other. Something deep within her belly tightened at the sound. It hinted to a power not at all mystical and very much bespeaking of visceral virility. Her white lashes fluttered as the rubber band of their tied powers snapped at the separation, jolting a sizzle of magic against her cheek in disapproval. What she felt next was the hazy, Sunday afternoon version of their love when he calmed his power and laid it over hers softly. Tayvan Frey was quickly becoming a puzzle which she could not quite piece together. Though one piece in particular stood out as it pressed against her pelvis eagerly. And while Caer'tais, the little Nephelai, was not unaccustomed to the touch of a man, she'd neither experienced it in a long time nor with one so powerful.<br/><br/>The next time he brazenly dipped his head to drink from the cool pool of her lips, her heart skipped several beats. For his drink from it now was not a taking of her own gifted powers, but of a call to her intuitive femininity. Sweet dew drop lips parted to allow him a soft taste of honey's ripe dew before his words broke their kiss in a response to her previous claim of independence. Truly, her mind and body were betraying her as she opened those lips further to answer, breath caught in her throat as his large hands moved to cup her ample bottom even while his tongue slid into the opening offered, her sigh feeding him softly.<br/><br/>A longer gasp betrayed her as her slender legs moved under the glistening gown of silver and dew as he lifted her body onto his. Her mouth opened further as her tongue slid into dance with his, her arms wrapping thankfully around his broad shoulders. That was, until something terrible and compelling split the earth under the sweet rose that bloomed in healing after his passing from it. Caer'tais felt the magic before she heard the ground shudder and ripped her mouth from the well of desire to look as her healing droplets pooled protectively around the roots of the plant, only to have it ripped ferociously from the nurturing grasp in order to spawn a new plant. Her head tilted as one leg slid down the side of Tayvan as she looked at the beautiful sprout still growing before he deftly pushed her behind his broad, healed back. Curious eyes darted up to the back of his head and then peered around his broad form to the quickly growing bush. She wanted to dance in the warm Summer's glow of magic in which it pulsed. And she would have gladly been it's next victim if his voice and action had not next quelled that mystery as a fate next to death, or worse.<br/><br/>Her white brows crossed in confusion and frustration of his trying to steal her from the warm and giving magic that was coming, but his words did not mince. Bright blue eyes flickered toward the darkness of his as she heard a gentle hiss and felt his power split and pull from within that large and imposing physical mass. She was clinging to him now as they moved to the Crossroads, glancing back only once to see a woman, a beautiful woman ... but the smile on her face was decidedly<i>not</i>. The way the smirk twisted her red lips frightened the young Nephelai as she watched the face contort further as the other woman's diminutive hand seemed to reach into the ripped hole of time and space.<br/><br/>Then everything changed once again. Everything but the once incredibly rude and testy Tayvan whom she clung to still, despite the warm dapples of light that illuminated her beautiful and pale features. He carried her waifish form as they walked. Not in his arms, but by his presence and she looked up to him and marveled at the transformation in him, as well as what had just transpired in that glade. Eventually her sky blue eyes turned to look at the cottage which he was beaming at, feeling his muscles relax as he gazed upon it. She was now in his inner circle. She had known before he said it.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
This was both a blessing and a curse.​</div><br/>"Who was that?" She finally whispered as he guided her toward the cottage, wisps of cloud trailing her bared feet.