A brow rose as what Aislin spoke of had peaked her interest. She had always been one for the rides and games more than anything. Of course, there had been the food, but that hadn’t been the first thing on the feline’s list. “Oh good, I need more excitement. Is it the same fair each year?” The wording of her friend’s words had gone over the woman’s head. She had been too focused on the rides. “Is there an amusement park around here while we are on this subject?” Though she had no intentions of heading to a park any time soon, it still had been knowledge to store.
The music had been background music, one that had not caught her interest. Even though the band sounded pretty good if she had paid attention, it just hadn’t captivated the feline’s soul. As Fig gave a flirty wink, she shook her head as a smirk had been plastered on her face. Heat had stung her cheeks as Naomi chuckled. “How could I forget the many parties that started out of nothing except your hips.” The feline had looked her friend up and down as memories flooded her mind. Oh Aislin was dangerous to say the least.
Naomi wasn’t going to protest about the rides as he held on to her friend’s hand and followed. As they had waved through the horde of people without getting bumped into, finally they had arrived at their destination. The rides had seemed much larger as she peered at them and finally they decided on The Scrambler. The line hadn’t been long and actually, the leopardess had been excited. She had brushed off the mild paranoia that had lurked in the background as she tried not to seem overly suspicious with so many people around. The leopardess took a few deep breaths as she tried to convince herself that no one had been after her. Rides had been something she had always enjoyed and she had been determined not to allow her mind to fuel her fears.
As they had picked a seat, the feline sat down at the bar came down upon their lap and locked in place. Once it had started to spin, she held on tightly and moved with the ride. “Glad we didn’t go drinking before hand! This ride is really trying it.” The more it spun, the more she had giggled and made sounds. It hadn’t gone fast enough to make Naomi scream, her own moments had been faster than the damn machine. Still, it had been innocent fun. The word fun had been the last on her mind over the past few months.
Once the ride had came to an end, the lock had been released and the bar lifted. “That was almost as rough as a wooden rollercoaster.” Those had jerked people’s bodies around good bad and often gave her a headache, but had been worth it.” Naomi had stepped up down and waited to Aislin. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you I was one of the first thousand people at Disney World….” She had looked at her friend then busted into laughter. “...It was horrible.” That was a little fact about herself that the feline hadn’t minded sharing. “Any place you thought was going to be exciting and turned out to be the opposite?” The feline was in a talkative mood at least and found this was an indirect way of filling in the gap from the last time they had seen each other.
Naomi had led the way to Tilt-A-Whirl in which there had been a line that quickly started to form. “At least this one shouldn’t be so brutal on the body.” She had not wanted to mention that her body still had been tender from the silver burns and gashes that she carefully concealed with clothes and bands on her wrists. “So how does it feel to be elevated?” By elevated she meant a Master, but kept it simple since they were in public.
The music had been background music, one that had not caught her interest. Even though the band sounded pretty good if she had paid attention, it just hadn’t captivated the feline’s soul. As Fig gave a flirty wink, she shook her head as a smirk had been plastered on her face. Heat had stung her cheeks as Naomi chuckled. “How could I forget the many parties that started out of nothing except your hips.” The feline had looked her friend up and down as memories flooded her mind. Oh Aislin was dangerous to say the least.
Naomi wasn’t going to protest about the rides as he held on to her friend’s hand and followed. As they had waved through the horde of people without getting bumped into, finally they had arrived at their destination. The rides had seemed much larger as she peered at them and finally they decided on The Scrambler. The line hadn’t been long and actually, the leopardess had been excited. She had brushed off the mild paranoia that had lurked in the background as she tried not to seem overly suspicious with so many people around. The leopardess took a few deep breaths as she tried to convince herself that no one had been after her. Rides had been something she had always enjoyed and she had been determined not to allow her mind to fuel her fears.
As they had picked a seat, the feline sat down at the bar came down upon their lap and locked in place. Once it had started to spin, she held on tightly and moved with the ride. “Glad we didn’t go drinking before hand! This ride is really trying it.” The more it spun, the more she had giggled and made sounds. It hadn’t gone fast enough to make Naomi scream, her own moments had been faster than the damn machine. Still, it had been innocent fun. The word fun had been the last on her mind over the past few months.
Once the ride had came to an end, the lock had been released and the bar lifted. “That was almost as rough as a wooden rollercoaster.” Those had jerked people’s bodies around good bad and often gave her a headache, but had been worth it.” Naomi had stepped up down and waited to Aislin. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you I was one of the first thousand people at Disney World….” She had looked at her friend then busted into laughter. “...It was horrible.” That was a little fact about herself that the feline hadn’t minded sharing. “Any place you thought was going to be exciting and turned out to be the opposite?” The feline was in a talkative mood at least and found this was an indirect way of filling in the gap from the last time they had seen each other.
Naomi had led the way to Tilt-A-Whirl in which there had been a line that quickly started to form. “At least this one shouldn’t be so brutal on the body.” She had not wanted to mention that her body still had been tender from the silver burns and gashes that she carefully concealed with clothes and bands on her wrists. “So how does it feel to be elevated?” By elevated she meant a Master, but kept it simple since they were in public.
