Summer: Thierry and Lucia
"Oh?" Lucia questioned, parroting a response she heard given to people before. Curiosity ruled her as Thierry took her chilly hands and moved them to the dance floor. Lucia did love to dance, and so when they got to the dancing space, she was even more curious about the way he put his hand on her waist and held onto her hand. Thierry was warm, she knew already. So so warm, like the summer. Summer blood. Summer sunshine in a puddle after a summer rain shower soaking the summer flowers. He even smelled warm.
The twirl was unexpected, and it elicited a laugh of delight from the fae, faerie dust sprinkling to the floor and catching the light from the room. She twirled again, her dainty feet - shoes left behind at their table - prancing on her tip toes as her wings lifted and drooped and lifted again with each spin.
Then she lifted off the floor with the wings moving in a blur of motion to place a kiss on Thierry's nose. "Wet wolf nose kisses!" she trilled, her clear eyes shining and her lips bloomed bright pink with summer color.