Ruse

No matter how subtle the stranger was, Celestia could still feel his eyes in places that she couldn’t help but want them to remain. Unlike him, she wasn’t able to hold back her grin when he noticed her shifting. It was as if they both shared a secret, but she herself didn’t know the secret. The ‘sly’ looks the shared between one another made her heart race in anticipation. An oddly natural interaction was taking place between the two, and that was what caused her the most discomfort. Never had she been so eager to find a way out of death. It was normally welcomed with open arms, and paired with excitement. Her gaze danced over his frame, letting them drop to the ground at his movements closer to her.

Looking at his face from the corner of her eye, Celestia smirked and shook her head slowly, giggling at him speaking with meat hanging from his teeth. Offering a delicate wave, she covered her mouth slightly before speaking, “I am positive.” Pulling at the meat every now and then, Celestia leaned back on her arm furthest from him, positioning her body towards him. It would have been impossible to hide the hungry look that lingered in her eyes. ”Just a little over a couple of hours.” Nodding in response, her heart began to beat faster. Clearing her throat, she scanned the forest just as he had, feeling something intrusive. Not being able to put her finger on it yet, she placed the meat down and rested her gaze on the tent.

Breathing in deeply, her breasts pushing at the fabric, she looked back down at the meat. More than half of it was gone, and her stomach was no longer quivering in hunger. Shifting her attention back to him, she looked up at him through her lashes. A soft smile formed on her lips just before asking, “What is your name? I would like to know who I should be thanking, and who will be remembered for all the time to come.” Her voice soft, and her eyes wanted to stay locked with his.

Illa suus 'Expergiscimini The feeling of intrusion being confirmed by the throaty voice in side her head. Dropping her eyes, and her smile, she returned her gaze to the tent. “Since you made this food, maybe I should leave this little bit to her when she wakes. I would hate for her to be left hungry.” Offering a brief smile, her muscles tensed. Celestia had hoped to ease any suspicion she might have caused for the woman, but she was well aware an offer of food, that was technically hers, wouldn’t do the trick. After all, what would Celestia think if she were the one in the tent, and another woman out here? Ruse.