#.... please... continue doing so.

to render the maven, for lack of better wording, utterly speechless... was a unique feat when taking into consideration the nature of her means to communicate. with her mind aflutter due to syndra’s overwhelming advances upon her, she could not directly think of anything. at least, in a coherent manner. racing thoughts clouded her whilst soft cheeks flushed. how vibrantly she glowed, supple skin gleaming in the dim evening, starlight embodied for syndra alone to capture beneath her. 

in the end, however, sona was able to relinquish enough control of her beating heart, her flustered mind, to eventually reply.