Doves and Peacocks

Flavours

The next time Ruthenia and Aleigh visited the milkshake stand together, they rode the same mount, namely Benedice. They leapt off the horse with an exchange of quips, and ordered from a rather stunned Imessa, who set about mixing their orders--a honey milkshake and a tropical fruit milkshake--for her customers.

“I thought you said you weren't one for experimentation?” exclaimed Ruthenia, nudging him in the ribs, to which he smiled.

“Not since I lost my title,” he answered. “You have singlehandedly convinced me to find the prospect of danger appealing.”

She laughed. “I'm going to ruin you,” she replied as her laughter subsided, rubbing his shoulder.

“Please feel free to,” answered Aleigh.

“Your drinks,” said Imessa, who placed the glasses on the counter with bright clinks. They descended upon the drinks eagerly, glancing at each other every now and then.

”Is the flavour unusual enough?” Ruthenia smirked from over the rim of her glass.

“You ought to taste it and decide for yourself.”

Aleigh seemed to startled--as was Imessa--when Ruthenia pulled him towards herself, the two kissing deeply until she broke into a grin and had to pull away, laughing.

“Decent,” she said. “I liked mine more, though.”

“I...I need a second taste,” answered her partner, and they both moved to kiss again, even more readily.

Imessa laughed quietly. A most inefficient method of trading drink samples, if she had ever seen one. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourselves,” she said. To say she was entertained would be a dire understatement.

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