stormiier
“wouldn’t say it was exploding – i don’t think you’d be talking right now, if that were the case, sweetie.” the gryphon smiled softly, before holding out a small vial to her. it contained a milky colored liquid within, subtly reflecting against the light outside. “here. takes the edge off of head pains.”
The wolf chuckled softly when she heard the man’s reply, because sometimes she did feel as if she were exploding -- the fire within her blood building up to a level that wanted to drive her mad. “I supposed that you are correct in that sense, love,” she answered, voice rather thick with an Irish accent. Saoirse’s golden brown eyes took a moment to focus on the vial. “What is it?” She questioned, taking hold of the vial, bringing it to her nose. There was something different about the smell of it and of the man.