It was morning, the cold air nipped at the warm skin of Naia. She grumbled and only curled in closer to her girlfriend for warmth. She wasn’t used to the cold dry air of the land, she could tolerate below the sea, but within the vast air with blowing wind? Absolutely not. Naia would grumble again, “Can someone turn the heat up…” She would lay there, quietly. The only thing she would get in response was Neivra cuddling closer to her. A heavy sigh would le...