<div class="floatright">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/brock-ohurn-1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens - Secluded Spot<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>date<br/><br/>Troy listened intently. What could he say to help make this better? He wasn't really sure. The recruiter had been right thought - she would be able to find herself here, and there were people that liked her.<br/><br/>And then he got up.<br/><br/>But not to leave. The shifted took a chance, like almost all his other actions around his kitten with her ever-ready claws, and sat down directly behind her. He set his legs on either side of her own so that her back was pressed against his strong chest and between his strong thighs. He reached out to take her much smaller hands in his own, turning them over and over to look at those oh so powerful parts of her. He wanted to ask her what it felt like - the channel that power as he had seen her do with the bird. But to his knowledge she didn't know he had stumbled on her ceremony so he wouldn't ask. Not yet. Besides, it was her turn.<br/><br/>"Thank you for answering so honestly, my dove." He leaned down to press a kiss to her shoulder. "Now, I believe I am on the question chopping block." He grinned and braced himself. "Do your worst!"