<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Ty was unable to watch Solistrae make her decision; she was turned towards Charon, and her master's tongue was preventing her from moving her head. She tried to force herself to relax--if he wasn't going to eat her, there was no point in struggling--but it wasn't until he began to massage her with his tongue that she finally found herself able to do so. She closed her eyes, sighing through her nose as Charon kneaded her body. Sky above, but she hadn't thought a weird tail tongue thing could be this good at dealing with stress, especially when combined with his feathers. For the first time in a couple of days, she found herself calming down a little. Maybe this'd be an okay day after all. <br/><br/>She pointedly ignored the tongue gag.</span><br/><br/>((Ack; ninja'd. Humiliating.))