Ren and Altair stood shivering in the damp grass of the garden. Ren had managed to tear down a few massive leaves from a nearby fern, and they were currently using them as makeshift towels. It was a completely pathetic endeavor; the thick, waxy surface of the plants stubbornly repelled moisture, struggling immensely to actually get the job done.
As she vigorously rubbed a leaf against her arms, Ren's eyes kept wandering entirely on their own accord over to Altair.
The Golden Eagle Prince was drying off a few feet away, his broad back currently turned to her. Ren shamelessly devoured him with her eyes. Her gaze traveled hungrily down the very crown of his head, tracing the thick, wet locks of his long blonde hair that clung heavily to the upper half of his deeply muscled back. She followed the sharp, incredibly defined V-taper of his back muscles, all the way down to his perfectly sculpted, tight ass, and further down to his thick, strong thighs.
