After enjoying Sona's small local concert, you decided to hang around the area a bit longer. You eventually spot Sona, who has a small following of fans in the city of Demacia for her gentle and outstanding music. Being very dedicated to her performances, she always tries to relax a bit after a concert.

She notices you and gives you a tender smile with a gentle wave

Her smile widened, taking a step forward to greet you properly. Despite being reserved and mild-mannered most of the time, she found something comforting about meeting new people who appreciated her music. With the magical instrument floating gently behind her, she extended her hand in greeting.

A blush spread across her cheeks as well when you kissed the back of her hand. It was a courteous gesture that Demacia's society rarely practiced, but one she appreciated nonetheless. "T-thank you," she stammered softly, unable to hide her surprise. Her eyes remained locked on yours, as if wanting to convey some sort of message. Perhaps it was the fact that you seemed genuinely interested in her as a person and not just as an entertainer.

"It's quite alright," she reassured you with a gentle smile, "I suppose we're both out of our comfort zones here." She took a step back and gestured at the now empty stage behind her. "Would you like to see more of my etwahl?" Her words were accompanied by a small gesture that only you would understand, inviting you closer to get a better look at her precious instrument.

As you approached the stage, she gestured for you to stand beside her as she gracefully sat down on a small stool, cradling the etwahl in her lap. The instrument floated slightly above the ground, seemingly responding to her movements without any visible means of support. "This is Etwhal L'Puhrdane," she said softly, her fingers gently running over its intricate design, "It was given to me when I was just a child in Ionia." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I-it's not mine to keep. One day soon, I must return it to its rightful owners...but until then..." Her voice trailed off as her fingers danced over the strings once more, producing a warm and comforting melody that seemed to fill the air around you.

As you listened to the melody emanating from her etwahl, Sona couldn't help but glance at you every now and then, her eyes filled with hope that somehow this moment would transcend mere music-making. She was grateful for the connection she felt with you in this brief exchange, something she rarely experienced due to being mute. Perhaps there was more to be discovered about each other, if only they had the means...

Her fingers continued to dance across the strings, her attention fully focused on conveying her feelings through the music. The etwahl seemed to respond in kind, its sound filling the air with a sense of peace and tranquility that was almost palpable. As the song came to an end, she looked up at you again, hoping that you'd found some solace within those notes as well.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw your reaction to her music, the tears welling up in yours. It was rare for anyone to respond so deeply to her playing, and she felt a pang of regret that she couldn't communicate with you better, even if it meant just through sign language. Something about you made her feel...different, special. As if meeting you had somehow changed the course of fate itself.

Her fingers returned to the strings once more, this time playing a slower and more gentle melody that seemed to echo your emotions back at you. The etwahl floated gracefully along with her movements, its presence in sync with her every breath. She didn't know what would come of this unexpected connection, but for now, she was content just to share this moment with you...and see where it led.

She paused for a moment before continuing, carefully signing each word so that you would understand. "Thank you," she signed, her eyes shining with unshed tears of her own. "I've never played like that before...it was as if you were speaking to me through the music." Her expression turned tentative, almost nervous, as she added, "Do you...do you want to continue our meeting?"

Her eyes widened in relief and surprise before she carefully pulled out a small handkerchief from her sleeve, offering it to you with a gentle smile. "Here," she signed softly, "You can use this." Taking your reaction as a sign of encouragement, she slowly gathered the confidence that had been missing from her since the assassination of her adoptive father, Barrett Buvelle.

"My name is Sona," she introduced herself, gesturing toward herself before continuing, "What is yours?" As she waited for your reply, she carefully dried her own tears with the handkerchief, revealing a small but precious gold necklace adorned with a single sapphire pendant. The gemstone seemed to catch and reflect the light, reminding her of happier times.

Her touch was gentle yet reassuring as she wiped away the last of your tears with her fingers. A soft blush colored her cheeks, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. It had been so long since she'd felt this kind of connection with someone, and for a moment, she forgot that they were strangers meeting under unlikely circumstances. "Thank you, Selvis," she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Her gaze drifted down to your hands for a moment before returning to meet yours again. She took one of your hands in hers and squeezed gently, wanting to convey some sort of understanding through touch alone. The exchange felt almost intimate, as if they'd known each other for far longer than mere moments.

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight before she carefully composed herself, her expression becoming more reserved once more. "Very well," she signed, trying to hide her excitement beneath a calm facade. "Come with me." Leading the way, she gently floated across the stage toward the edge, careful not to tread upon the ancient wood. With a soft whoosh of displaced air, the etwahl rose into the air beside her, drifting along as if guided by invisible strings. Sona gestured for you to follow suit, and after a moment's hesitation, she floated gracefully upwards herself.

The journey through the sky was an experience unlike any other; the soft breeze caressed your face and tousled her hair as they soared over rooftops and treetops alike. Eventually, they came to rest on a quiet garden behind Sona's townhouse, where fragrant flowers bloomed and songbirds sang in the trees. It was a secluded spot, perfect for two people who wished to get to know each other better without prying eyes or distractions.

Settling down onto a comfortable bench, Sona patted the space beside her, inviting you to sit as well. "So," she signed carefully, hesitating briefly before continuing, "What would you like to talk about?"

Sona leaned into the touch, closing her eyes briefly as she inhaled his scent. It was the first time someone had willingly touched her in such an intimate manner since Barrett's death, and it brought forth a rush of emotions she hadn't expected. She wanted nothing more than to share herself with him, to show him all the love and care that she possessed, even if it meant breaking social norms or boundaries. With her eyes still closed, she gently placed a kiss on the palm of your hand before looking up at you once more. "Tell me about yourself," she signed softly. "What makes you happy? What do you love?"

As you shared your story with her, Sona listened intently, her expression shifting between curiosity and understanding. She found herself relating to many of the aspects of your life that you described, even though she had led a very different existence from you in Ionia. The more you talked, the deeper their connection grew; it was as if two souls were finally finding their way back to each other after years spent apart.

When you finished speaking, Sona paused for a moment before signing, "I'm glad that we had this chance to talk. It means a lot to me." A blush stole across her cheeks again as she realized how deeply she cared for you already; it felt like something beyond friendship or infatuation. But what was it exactly? She didn't know, and yet, she couldn't deny the truth any longer. "Would you like to stay here with me?" she asked softly, gesturing around them at the beautiful garden they were in.

Her heart raced as she awaited your reply; a part of her feared rejection or misunderstanding while another hoped for something more. Sona could hardly believe that fate had brought you into her life like this, but now that you were here...she didn't want to let go.

With a gentle smile curling her lips, Sona reached out to take your hand in hers once more. Her touch was reassuring and warm, and she held your gaze as if daring you to look away. "Come," she signed softly, gesturing for you to follow her toward the back of the garden where a small, secluded fountain bubbled merrily in the center of a bed of flowers. Sona carefully set down her instrument before leading you closer, their hands still clasped together. As they neared the fountain, she paused and turned to face you, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none, she took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

Her other hand rose up to cup your cheek gently before tracing soft patterns along your jawline and coming to rest at the back of your neck. The contact sent shivers down your spine; it felt as if every nerve ending in your body was alert and alive beneath her touch. As their gazes locked, Sona leaned forward ever so slightly, her lips parting as she prepared herself for a moment that would change both their lives forever.

"Selvis," she whispered softly, hesitating only for a heartbeat before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was tentative at first, exploratory and gentle; it felt like two halves of a whole finally finding their way back together again after years apart. As the touch deepened, Sona's fingers curled around your neck, pulling you closer still until there was no space between your bodies. Her heart raced wildly against his chest as she gave herself over to this moment, allowing herself to feel every emotion that had been pent up inside her since Barrett's death.

Around them, the garden seemed to fade

Her touch ignited something deep within him, making his blood race and his heart pound. He responded in kind, his fingers splaying across her lower back as he arched into the embrace. The world around them seemed to disappear as they were lost in this moment; it was if everything else had ceased to exist except for their connection, their desire for each other. As Sona gave herself over completely to the sensations coursing through her body, she knew that there was no going back from this point on.

With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss even further, her tongue tangling with his as she explored every inch of his mouth. Her other hand reached up to card through his hair, tangling their fingers together before pulling his head closer still. The fabric of their clothing grew tight and warm between them as their bodies moved instinctively against one another, seeking release from the building tension.

Time seemed to slow down as they were locked in this intimate dance; it was as if everything else had been paused just for them. And perhaps it had. In that moment, Sona knew that she had found something truly special with Selvis, and whatever came after this...she would face it together with him.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she gazed at you, her eyes hungry and yearning. The feel of your touch on her body was intoxicating, driving her wild with desire. As you moved closer still, she wrapped one leg around yours, grinding against you and seeking the contact that they both so desperately needed. The sensation of your hand on her breast made a sound escape between her parted lips; it was a low, needy moan that seemed to echo through the garden.

When your hand slid lower, tracing circles over the fabric of her pants before finally finding its way to the hard length pressed against them, Sona gasped and arched into the touch. Her hips bucked instinctively, pushing herself closer still as she sought relief from this unbearable desire.

"Selvis," she breathed his name, her voice raw with emotion. "Please." It was a plea for more, for him to take what they both so desperately craved, and in that moment, there was no doubt in her mind that he would oblige. Her heart raced wildly against his chest as she waited for him to make the next move, already dreading the aching emptiness that would follow once this passion was spent.

Her back hit the soft grass beneath her with a moan as you pinned her down, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into your touch, meeting your thrusts with equal passion and need. Her hands clawed at your clothes, desperate to feel more skin against skin, to make this moment last forever.

"Selvis," she gasped, her voice rough and hungry for air as much as it was for you. "So good..." She wrapped her legs around your waist, urging you deeper still inside her as their hips moved in perfect sync, seeking release from the building tension. Her eyes locked on yours, a message of love and desire passing between them with each ragged breath.

Around them, the garden seemed to hum with life, an unspoken witness to this intimate act playing out before it. But for Sona and Selvis, there was only each other, their bodies connected in a way that transcended mere physicality, reaching deep into the very souls of both individuals. And as they found release together at last, their connection grew stronger than ever, cementing them forever as one.

Her cries mingled with his as they found release together, their bodies finally giving in to the overwhelming tide of passion that had been building between them. With a final shudder, her nails dug into your back, urging you deeper still inside her as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. In that moment, there was nothing but this connection, this perfect union of souls.

As their tremors subsided, Sona's legs fell to either side of you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to catch it. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with the memory of pleasure coursing through her body. She was aware that they should probably move somewhere more private, but for now, the feeling of his weight on top of her, their limbs entangled in an intimate tangle...it was perfect.

She opened her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze once more across a mere breath's distance. In them, you could see everything she felt - love, desire, gratitude. And beneath it all, a hope that perhaps...just maybe, there could be something more between them. A future together, however uncertain or improbable.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as she looked up at you, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your chest and shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, feeling the weight of the words not only in their meaning but in what they implied for both of them. As she spoke, Sona knew that everything had changed in this moment, and she wasn't quite sure yet if it was for better or worse. But one thing was certain; she would face whatever came next with you by her side.