Dawn beamed as Muse tried out her new name, watching as she sounded it out, tasted it, purred her delight. A sigh of relief rushed from her lips. She’d been worried the elf wouldn’t like the name. No matter how much Dawn thought it suited her, she didn’t want to shackle the elf to a name. She didn’t want the name ‘Muse’ to ever bring the same distant pain to the woman’s ashen face that ‘Lilith’ did. What good were shackles for a long-forgotten crime?<br/><br/>Then Muse’s arms were around her, drawing her close.<i>“I'm Muse. Muse. Muse! Thank you. Thank you...”</i>Although she hadn’t really been expecting the hug, Dawn quickly returned it, her small arms sliding around the elf’s slender form. She hadn’t ever been hugged by an elf before. Or a pretty-much-naked one, as the two very soft reminders against her chest pointed out. But… it was very nice, if a bit tight. Muse was so warm, and it was easy to forget how scary she could be.<br/><br/>Muse’s grip shifted a little, letting Dawn pull away from Muse’s shoulder, grey eyes studying curiously studying the dark-skinned elf. It was hard to tell if she was laughing or crying, and Dawn finally decided it was both.<i>Happy tears, then.</i>That thought brought a little smile to her lips.<i>”I hope to always remember it...”</i>Something in Muse’s tone made her breath hitch, and she tilted her head against the gentle caress of the elf’s thumb against her cheek, her eyes fluttering closed.<br/><br/>“Muse,” she breathed. The name deserved a good memory to start its journey, didn’t it?<br/><br/>A soft, approving mewl escaped her as Muse captured her lips, a familiar heat rising inside of her. This wasn’t like the kiss they’d shared on the ship, she thought dimly, a second before Muse’s hot tongue found hers. One small hand ran through the elf’s blood-red hair, the other finding the base of the tail she’d wondered about for so long - the same tail that had teased between Verita’s thighs right in front of her, before the pirate attack. The hot need that filled her then took her by surprise, and she moaned into the kiss, fingers dancing along Muse’s tail.<br/><br/><i>Was I trying to hide all this? Jealousy? Frustration? Curiosity? Or was I just too caught up in everything else to notice?</i>But that thought, too, quickly burned away.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>