The Guidance- OLD

[Sabatea]

"Depends on who it is and the timing of the comfort." Myra replied, shrugging slightly.

[BlossomTail]

"Whenever you need it, and whoever you want," he said, smiling some.

[Sabatea]

Myra stared at him, eyeing him for a moment. "That still depends..." she muttered, blinking at him.

[BlossomTail]

"Depends on what?" he asked.

[Sabatea]

"You see, you said whoever I want and whenever needed. The problem being what I might need at that moment. Comfort has never been something I seek and so is not desired often." Myra murmured, blinking at him.

(( Bwhahahaha Myra makes no sense! ))

[BlossomTail]

"Well, then what do you desire often?" he asked, blinking at her.

[Sabatea]

"Depends on the situation." Myra murmured, smirking lightly. "Mostly I prefer solitude, though you, Feron, and the Gaurdians are obviously an exception. Often my desires are the simple needs of survival. Food, water, shelter." she explained softly.

[BlossomTail]

"Don't you want anything else though? Something to make you happy?" he asked, tilting his head at her. He coughed slightly, before returning his gaze back to her.

[Sabatea]

"Like?" Myra murmured, blinking at him.

[BlossomTail]

"I don't know, anything." he said, blinking. "Romance?" he said, but quickly looked down, his cheeks flaring in color. Why did I say that? he thought to himself, mentally beating himself.