It was a stormy afternoon, to Sonata dismay. ⛈ the former siren trying to keep her date dry as she and Octavia ran through the streets
Sonata: “crap crap crap!”
Octavia: “here!” Octavia cried, pulling Sonata to a dry, but narrow canopy, that required them to stand on their hind legs to fit.
Sonata: “stupid weather schedule. I’m sorry Octavia.”
Octavia: “don’t be,” Octavia lifted Sonatas chin. “You did great. It was still a fun day.”
That’s what Sonata loved about Octavia. She could get her to relax without saying ‘calm down.’ Sonata sighed in content, and looked at her marefriend.
It was then they noticed how closed they were pressed together, chest to chest, lost in each other’s eyes…


*see more to come in some of the other jade (and maybe others) SonTavia arts