"It is perhaps one of the most relaxing melodies the Earth has ever offered..." Ethiriel said wistfully, also relishing that Zul hadn't released her. She hummed in agreement to his second statement, keeping her eyes closed as she soaked in his warmth and scent, mingled with the cool, salty air.
Eyes opening, the Sigel hadn't expected Zul to adjust in such a way. She had nearly pulled apart, but with his strong arms holding her gently and her longing for affection, herself, she followed silently and her hearth thrummed. How strange... she had been cuddly with Cruz, but Ethiriel had never experienced this with anyone -- not even Cesc. Sure, they were very good friends in the past and would often link arms, but they had never gotten particularly intimate, regardless of whether it was romantic or platonic. It was... very nice, she had to admit. A light blush had crept across her tan cheeks, and as she was guided down she kept a cheek softly against the Baphomet's chest. At his assurance of it being okay, that she could stay like this, a gentle smile formed as she closed her eyes and nuzzled lightly against him.
"Okay..." she said softly, breathing in his scent once more. Ethiriel wasn't quite sure of how she felt about Zul -- he had always been kind and pleasant to her, always helpful, and very polite. They had known each other for a long time technically but there were many long pauses in their meetings. Would something blossom of this with time...?
Deep down, part of her hoped so.
