Woo, Freewriting, Plurality
The otter sat with the kitsune by an estuary, the heat of dusk's sun meeting the tricking of the river's flow... The fox was of fire, as kitsune go, but it wasn't to say that the fire of her heart and eyes weren't complimented by the warmth of sentimental moments of companionship.. she just.. often would rather to other things.
The otter was of water, as calm as the flow of the tides that bring life and vibrancy... but it wasn't to say that ve wasn't rough to protect.
Woo, Freewriting, Plurality
As the falling sun dipped below the horizon, the fox flicked her paw digits and sparked two rolling plumes of fire in each from her heart that flickered with the night's wind. The otter smiled in approval, taking in the sight of the fox's fire glittering off ver water. The two sang in unison, working magic in dances uniting the waters and fires of creation and life. fire rolled carefully with water in their duet, but neither doused or evaporated the other.
Woo, Freewriting, Plurality
As their song closed, the otter and the kitsune giggled and pressed watery paws to fiery ones, letting their magic and elements float away in the cool night wind.