Round 4

As Jeane's fingers curled around Silra's wrist, a possessive heat flared within her, and she felt a surge of anticipation. The elf's pulse thrummed against her palm like a trapped bird, confirming the connection between them. "Secrets?" Jeane repeated slowly, drawing out the word as she considered how to play this moment. Her wings shifted softly behind her, rustling like an unseen breeze.

Silra leaned into Jeane's space, close enough to see the individual flecks of darker pigment in those golden eyes, and was enveloped by the scent of ocean and something else – something distinctly Jeane. "You want secrets?" Silra asked, her voice low and husky, inviting Jeane to reveal the truth about the secrets she kept hidden.