Stavanger Bay how does the wolf sing each night, of the dominion of his heart

he came into her sights, and deirdre felt a great warmth spread all over her, like the summer sun when it first rose casting each of its rays upon her. his touch caused her stomach to flip within itself, and deirdre moved to nuzzle into him with very little thought to anything bar the butterflies that simultaneously took flight within her stomach. they erupted from their coccoons, and deirdre felt herself smile as she removed herself from him, loathe though she was to do so.

better, now, deirdre hummed him, the heat of her breath against the chilled air taking shape to something like mist. and you? how are you? and rannoch? she wondered if the boy had taken her words to heart, though had taken her time to find out; she did not wish to disrupt skellige or the chosen prince from lessons she knew were important for them both. she would swiftly get to the real reason she had come today--but truly, his wellbeing was her hearts priority in the moment.