Had she been alone, Seras would have picked her way towards the bar, using what sounds she could and her cane to guide her. She’d find it eventually, no doubt due to several patrons surreptitiously clearing her a path.
June was a whirlwind of motion, and Serafina snatched an anxious breath as she grabbed her hand. She hadn’t expected the touch, but soon warmed to the contact, squeezing back. Her hand was tacky from the mead, and stuck like glue, she followed June through the crowded tavern.
In the press at the bar, Seras became quiet, intent on her surroundings and the swaying jostle of bodies. She held a little tighter to June’s hand, not wanting to lose her. June was warm, warmer than Seras’ cold little fingers, and now damp with sweat and mead. She leaned into June and asked, “Is there anything else?”
June was a whirlwind of motion, and Serafina snatched an anxious breath as she grabbed her hand. She hadn’t expected the touch, but soon warmed to the contact, squeezing back. Her hand was tacky from the mead, and stuck like glue, she followed June through the crowded tavern.
In the press at the bar, Seras became quiet, intent on her surroundings and the swaying jostle of bodies. She held a little tighter to June’s hand, not wanting to lose her. June was warm, warmer than Seras’ cold little fingers, and now damp with sweat and mead. She leaned into June and asked, “Is there anything else?”