Mia slept with a soundness that could only come for a being who knew complete peace. She was rolled into the fluffy blankets that she'd insisted on packing for this trip, telling Quercus that they felt "like water embracing her skin." It had made her feel like she was cocooned in the ocean and he'd simply laughed and stuffed the blankets into the rented vehicle they had for the week. She'd certainly earned her rest, given the gusto with which the little siren had partied to the sounds of the various bands. Her favorite was headlining but the Trash Pandas weren't set to go on until this evening. When she'd come across the flyer for the music festival, she'd squealed so loud she'd startled Quercus, who'd been enjoying the sun and some reading on the deck of the surf shop. She'd practically dragged the reluctant elf  there, and had immediately become enamored with the pop up culture of the festival goers. She noticed that there was all kinds of yummy treats around, and her attention was quickly dragged this way and that as the sights and sounds fought for her notice. So she'd partaken of some delicious treats from a pretty fae who'd assured her that she'd feel nothing but good for having tried. And did she ever. Mia had danced with a frenzy, often pulling Quercus into her thrashing and grinding, while copious amounts of making out ensued. She'd felt so good that she'd climbed him like a tree, whipping her top off and sending it sailing into the crowd. Never one for modesty at any point, the siren had soaked up the praises of festival goers as they ogled her impressive cleavage. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so much, although her elven companion was quick witted and amused her often.<br/><br/>Mia retained an innocence that contrasted with her bold actions, especially as it pertained to land dweller traditions and mannerisms. Her way was to enjoy life to the fullest, and although her shop turned a tidy profit, keeping the siren comfortably well off, she had no real clue about material wealth and often gave things away to those she felt needed them.  The homeless population of the town, up and coming musicians, the elderly, and children all knew the generosity of the "pretty lady" that owned Oceana. Her frequent need to reunite with the water had brought a new face into her orbit, the reserved, handsome elf she had grown to.. what was it exactly? At first, he'd been someone who'd asked her for help finding fish. Pleased that he felt she was an expert on the matter, she'd provided him with the exact fish he'd been seeking for some dish she couldn't pronounce. From that initial meeting, they'd kept connecting, at first just friends with a shared interest in sea life. But as they grew closer, she began to see him as something more. Especially once their relationship had moved from a platonic status to a decidedly "not just friends" one. She was very , very fond of the elf, finding him extremely attractive and certainly a generous lover. Sex with him was amazing, he made her feel like a goddess and she soaked up every bit of that attention with the endless enthusiasm that was the core of her personality.<br/><br/>The petite siren rolled over, exposing the expanse of one thigh in her sleep, a light dusting of glitter snaking along her creamy skin. A byproduct of a glitter cannon fired from the last act of the night, dousing the crowd in it. Even though she'd insisted on a dive into the stream nearby to rinse herself clean, the remnants clung, causing her to glow with an appealing sheen that was almost a roadmap along her body. As she stirred around a little more, her curvaceous form revealed itself even more. A gently arched back, her belly, flat and taut in sharp contrast to the voluptuousness of her chest, generous globes that peeked out from the blanket. And as she was lured from her sleep further by the deep, pleasantly timbered voice of her festival companion, she broke into a wide, happy smile, revealing the pointed edges of her teeth. "Good morning, Wood!" she sang, using the nickname the other land dwellers had given him. She just stared at him with a fond expression, that is until the toaster pastries hit her bare chest with the foil making a crinkly sound as it made impact. "OOOOHH, what's this?!" she burst out, clutching the packet in her hands and lowering her mouth to the edge, ripping into it without preamble and stuffing the first morsel into her mouth.<br/><br/>Her whole body started to shimmy and shake with pleasure as the hints of strawberry and frosting hit her palate. The following trill from her throat indicating that he'd done well in obtaining the sugary pastry for her. "Quercus this is soooo good! What's it called?" Mia thrashed off the rest of the blankets, noting that the sun was slowly rising in the sky and warmth was starting to beat down on the roof of her tent. She didn't quite wait for an answer from him before stuffing more of the yummy in her mouth, savoring the sweetness and practically devouring it, though at the end her teeth hit the foil and she recoiled, crumpling it and tossing it away. "Yuck, there's no need for metal coverings! Silly land dwellers!" Dissolving into giggles, she eyed his cup with ill disguised avarice. "Whatcha drinking? Can I have some?" Already crawling across the floor of the tent, giving a healthy glimpse of her backside. More glitter dusted across her back, butt and thighs, some falling like rain as she crossed the distance to where he was sitting. With a motion that could only be described as fluid grace, she inserted herself into his arms, between them and his clutched tea cup, her nose wiggling at the tart herbal smell of the brew inside. She lifted her eyes to his, the blue flecks more pronounced with the early morning rays, bleeding into the golden brown irises as she regarded him with that adorable expression she always had. Just for him. "Please?" she entreated, wiggling against him and pushing her softness against his warmth. He was always warm.