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Lance/Isaac/Tikkit: Samia smirks when hearing Lance’s response and seeing his timid reaction. Marcus smirks as well while he mounts his horse and backs it out of the stable.

“Be gentle with him Sam, he’s still young.” Marcus scoffs playfully.

“Pay him no mind Lance. Someday I’ll tell you why Cyndwella calls him ‘Schmoopy’, you’ll learn then Marcus isn’t as tough as you think.” Samia giggles.

“I heard that!” Marcus points.

“Ugh, you hear everything Marcus. No surprise there.” Samia sighs.

While the three ready to depart, Lance feels the power radiating off of Samia. So close to her, there is a warming sensation. As if the sun was on his back during a cold day. Her velvet black hair smelled sweet, like a candy shop or fresh cut fruits. She herself had the smell of flowers, being carried by a hot desert wind.

Samia reached and grabbed Lance’s hand, her touch was soft, silky and warm. It would make lesser men breathless. She placed his hand around her waist and smiles.

“Here’s a piece of advice. Always hold tight to the rider when you side saddle. Unless you’re like Marcus and want to fall off.” She looks back at Lance.

Her caramel colored skin was without blemish. Her lips looked soft and inviting, a pinkish color that stood out from her other features.

“Now then, are we all set?”