Scarlett Trivale

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones

Scarlett knew how to play the games others like to play. She was a quick learner, dancing upon boundaries but careful not to overstep them. The small girl had been forced to learn and learn quick, the lessons often painful after many unintentional conflicts with other Weres. It had taught her the unspoken rules, how body language spoke louder than any verbal words, and what she could get away with. Every Were was different however, especially alphas, and that was why Scarlett was cautious in testing out Frost and his boundaries. It was why she precariously held her ground in the stallion's personal bubble, asserting her free will, while also offering him respect by not pushing farther. He did not own her, and she wanted to remind him of that. He would find out that submission and intimidation would be hard to force upon the girl, not just because she had not been around many Weres or in any packs, but because she held a secret that not even she knew about. Submission was something she would willingly give, it would never be forced out of her no matter how much someone may try.

The girl had always been amused by how cultures differed. Where names did not mean as much here, they held an entirely different weight to them where Frost was from. For Scarlett, she tended to have a Shakespearean outlook on names: "Whats in a name. That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Maybe one day if the wolf ever had children of her own she would learn the value of names and their meanings, but for now the thought simply left her mind, for another time. "In my language your name is said Rauður, though it is distinctly uncommon there. You would stand out if nothing else." he says, her attention focused solely on him as her immediately intrigues her natural curiosity. It was such a cool little fact he had told her, one she would have gone her whole life not having known if it wasn't for Frost. "Rauður" she tried to say quietly, copying him to the best of her ability but it still didn't quite come out right, atleast not as fluid and beautiful as he had said it. He language was much harder than she had anticipated. "Sorry, I don't want to be rude and butcher your language," she quickly said, laughing a little, embarrassed at her attempt to say her name in Icelandic.

The wolf is a determined creature by nature, and Scarlett is even more so. Her spirited nature does not have time to fully surface before she is knocked to the ground, the cheating Stallion taking off. And oh man was it on from there. It was unfortunate, that even with his massive bulk, the girl would never be able to outrun him in this form. If she tried to shift, she'd either have to ruin her clothes to shift quick or spend the time to takes her clothes off and let him get even farther ahead. Her fiery spirit decided it for her, as she charged after him as quick as she could, shouting at him and muttering small profanities under her breath, though each was good natured. She cannot help the simper that traces her lips as she hits him with her wind, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Unfortunately, it also backfires for her and she is left fumbling with a leaf upon her face quite comically too. All in all, the race was a disaster from the start, rigged in favor of the stallion; he had picked a game he knew he would win so he could get his prize, whatever that was.

Naturally she lost, crossing their imaginary finish line well after him. Her tiny form was exhausted from the dead sprint, but still full of fire from his cheating. The girl would not so willingly admit her defeat, her pride would not let her. Your battle with the leaf then was entirely for my benefit was it? he says, his lips curving into what was an equine chuckle. Immediately she placed her hands upon her hip, sticking her hip out in a spirited fashion. "I am just an amazing actress, did you see how convincing that whole scene was?" Scarlett says matter of factly, quickly losing her facade with a fit of laughter. She couldn't stay serious for long, her light hearted nature always shined through. And truthfully, that leaf had truly been a worthy adversary, far more honorable than Frost.

When she mentioned the prize, the male pauses for but a moment, as if thinking. "Turn around." he orders, waiting until she gives in and turns her back to the stallion once more, assuming he was changing back. Her assumption was correct as she hears her name spoken now, not through the mind link. "Scar," is all it takes for her to turn to face him, emerald eyes landing on his familiar human form, extremely close to her. In one fluid motion, and quicker than her mind can comprehend, one of his hand gently catches her chin and tilts it up to him before he places his lips on hers. The moment their lips connect, a heat ignites and spreads through her body, causing her hold back what she could only guess would have been a small moan. It is as if he has cast a spell over her by this small, simple action, her mind reeling as she was out of her element. And then she does something surprising, she let's go and submits to it, submits to the feeling and to him in the moment. Her body relaxes as he slips a piece of paper into her hand before pulling back from the kiss.

"I think that should suffice. That is my address, on that piece of paper I gave you. I'll see you Saturday. Enjoy your morning Rauður." he says, his voice echoing in her mind as she tried to bring herself back down to earth. With that he simply leaves, leaves her standing there, emerald eyes blinking as his form disappeared from the park. Slowly she lifts her hand to her face, feeling the heat that had painted her cheeks crimson before fingers gently trail to her lips where they linger for but a moment. She can still taste him, and she can't find the word to describe it but she knows she quite likes it. It scared her slightly, that he could have that affect over her. The wolf slowly walked to a nearby bench, seating herself down and staring at the paper in her hands. A small smile graced her lips. Yes Frost, she would have a good morning, and you would never know that you had given her her first kiss.