<span style="font-style: italic"> Kaa-shunk! </span><br/><br/>The sound of the cabin door sliding open, immediately followed by Celrie's voice, brought a rather pleased smile to Arcea's face. A smile filled with large, sharp white teeth, but a smile nonetheless, and despite the ferocious nature of her people, the feline girl somehow managed to make even that chomper-filled beam open and inviting. It only lent to the smile that she was not QUITE able to keep her tail still, the softly-furred appendage swaying back and forth with a sort of lazy eagerness at the sight of her elvish companion.<br/><br/>Even after all this time, Celrie was still an oddity to her. Elves were not exceptionally common in her homeland, and the all-too-few interactions she'd had with them were generally the slowly-fading struggles of one unfortunate enough to have been caught unawares and trespassing upon Cal'Drua lands, thus earning them an extended stay in the stomach of a satiated and satisfied feline warrior or hunter. Other interactions were altogether brief, but Celrie...was a special one. Initially, it had been her dancing, the sound of her voice in one of the many performances she'd watched, that drew her to the elf. Song and dance were both common forms of entertainment within the Cal'Drua lands, but Celrie took it to a whole other level, a level she'd never even quite knew existed. Many a long hour had been spent watching the elf perform, marveling at her graceful movements and the sweet, inviting melody of her voice. As agile as Arcea herself was, it was an agility born of of countless hours of sparring and training, not the svelte, alluring sways that the elf possessed. Even her voice - some of which had called it 'entrancing', especially during her visits to the other tribes that boarded Cal'Drua lands - couldn't hold a tune quite the way Celrie's own could, and admittedly, it had initially piqued a little jealousy in her. Jealous that quickly turned to curiosity...and from there, turned to something akin to adoration.<br/><br/>It had all been uphill from there. Their friendship had blossomed to the point that plans had been made to 'abscond', despite the Du'Bucovina's rather forceful<span style="font-style: italic">insistence</span>that Celrie stayed with them. It had been the discovery of said plan that had forced Arcea's hand, and whilst a blade could silence anyone....well, there were other ways to 'silence' people, and ensure there was....very little evidence left behind.<br/><br/>Plus, Alexis' brother had not tasted half bad, and oooohhh how LONG it had been since she'd felt the pleasurable squirms of --<br/><br/>-- No! Now was not the time to get distracted!<br/><br/>Pulling her thoughts back to more immediate matters, Arcea's bright eyes alight upon Celrie, her smile turning into a smug little smirk when the elf made all attempts to not only hide her jabs from the duo she tended to, but also smooth over whatever proverbial feathers had been ruffled. It was likely only Celrie's influence - and way with words - that'd kept Alexis and her own little 'friendly rivalry' from becoming something much more...dangerous some weeks ago when they'd first met.<br/><br/>"Ooh..." Arcea quips slyly, her ears perking up tall atop her head as the elf slipped the door shut behind her "I'm surprised they let you outta their sight, knowin' I'm about." Arcealandria's voice was thinly accented, and even during times of anger, seemed to practically DRIP with alluring promises just barely hidden away behind her gruff nature. Her voice - much like her size, her fascination with the outside world, and...well, EVERYTHING else - was a rather striking oddity, coming from the fierce barbarian kitty. "Wonder how one goes about gettin' these 'Personal makeup moments'..."<br/><br/>Away from the prying eyes within the cabin, Arcea happily accepts the pounce, her hands instantly scooping beneath the elf's thighs to support her weight all the better as her elvish friend buried her head in the soft, warm fur of her neck. Much like the 'Petalwater' that the feline girl favored as a drink, Arcea's fur carried with it a slightly 'sweet' aroma that had - when they'd first met - been laced with the scent of woodsmoke from fires and tanned hides that made up the majority of their living quarters. Now, that sweetness remained, but it was lightly tinged by something that could only be described as 'the smell of civilization'....the hint of lightly scented water she'd used to bathe with just the day before, the slight hint of clothen sheets rather than the thicker, yet equally as pleasant scent of Elkshide blankets and padding...<br/><br/>It was intoxicating in it's own way, and altogether unique to the softly-furred catgirl.<br/><br/>"Mm, I suppose this will do for now..." Quick to capitalize on Celrie's close proximity, Arcea dipped her own head in to ever so lightly flick her tongue against the smooth, soft flesh of the elf's ear, dragging the warm, slightly slick appendage in a quick, pleased lick from the base all the way to the thinly pointed tip. The sensation of that tongue was like a spark of magic - the inviting warmth carried with it just enough slickness to allow the soft, pink muscle to easily glide along Celrie's smooth, soft skin. Surprisingly enough, there was only a very, very slight 'rough' texture to her tongue, something that ever so gently tickled the elf's skin in a surprisingly enticing way, not at all unpleasant or worse - too rough for comfort. It was so soft, so slick, so warm, and the sensation of the catgirl's breath, tinged with the sweet-smelling scent of her latest drink, washed across Celrie's skin in a caressing embrace that made the air not seem quite so cold any longer.  "Mm. Yum. Now see, I missed this on the ENTIRE ride..." Laughing softly, the blonde-headed feline lightly pressed her cheek against Celrie's own, something the elf had quickly picked up to be a rather intimate greeting, at least amongst the Cal'Drua.<br/><br/>Celrie finds it every bit as easy to pull away as she did to pounce in the first place, and soon enough Arcea's hand is in her own, the still-grinning catgirl being led along quite easily towards the conductor's station "Oh? Volunteered you, did they? Heaven forbid they walk twenty feet to see why their journey was cut a lil' short, huh?" With a little backwards jerk of her hand, the strong feline eased Celrie back against her side, pressing herself tightly up against her slightly smaller elvish companion. Even her tail swooped around her side, draping lightly upon her hips like a furry belt, warm and inviting "Though, I guess I can't complain, now can I? Maybe we can ditch them for a bit, huh? I bet there's all manner of excitement to be had - plus, they've GOTTA have some good drink out here, right? They're trappers...drinkin' is what they do. Well, then...let's us see about this unforseen stop within walking distance of our destination, shall we? So many tender feet aboard..."