selesbians

“It’s no use!” Emmara sighed as she flopped onto the grass in a pout. “Maybe I’ll never find my way back to Ravnica…” Nissa shook her head as she took a seat next to her companion with a little more grace that she had taken. She leaned forward and rested her arms on her knees, looking out at the horizon.

“I don’t think you should give up just yet.” She spoke sternly, looking to Emmara who  looked forward angrily at the setting sun, like it was the cause of all of her problems. “You’re putting a lot more thought and effort into it than you really should- you’re only going to make yourself frustrated doing that.”

“Well what am I supposed to do, then?” Emmara huffed. “I’m not like you, I don’t have a deep connection to my plane like you do. All I know is that it’s out there and I have no idea how to find it!”

“It should be a matter of instinct, regardless if you have a deeper bond with your home plane or not.” Nissa half-groaned as she rested her head in an upturned palm before smoothing her hair back. “How do I explain it… it’s sort of an instinctual thing. You just… reach out into the either and find the place where you feel you truly belong.”

“Where I truly belong…” Emmara parroted to herself as she closed her eyes. “…I guess that’s here. Right here.”

“Emmara, don’t be difficult.” Nissa grumbled before she felt the warm sensation of Emmara’s hand resting on top of hers that she had rested on the ground below her to steady herself.

“I’m not being difficult. My home… the place I belong is here… because you’re here.” She mumbled as a blush began to appear on her pale cheeks. “I mean, if what you say is true, anyway.”

“Hmph…” Nissa shook her head but smiled. “Maybe it is.”