Painted Moose
Kanika had been caught completely off guard by the kiss, yes that had been a kiss, on her cheek from Pyrrha. Immediately the Elarian flushed deeply and she caught Pyrrha’s hand in her own before she’d moved too far. She’d found Pyrrha to be entrancing the moment that they’d spoken in the forest, even then all she had wanted to do was hug her and comfort her. She loved her own thirst for freedom and she knew she understood her own as well.
“Let me help you,” she said softly. “I’ll help you move.” And with that she let go of Pyrrha’s hand, just in case she was being too forward and afraid to ruin whatever it was that was there between them. However, she headed right to her home to help her move.
