Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

His thoughts drifted.

Where to was everywhere and nowhere all at once; the equanimity of this newfound situation lulled him not unlike a lamb led by mother ewe. His reservations slipped off to a thoughtless abyss, fading out much in the way his murmuring rumbles dissipated to nothing. Surely there was no way he would match her efforts, no way he could detangle such knots in the plush undercoat while picking through courser hairs. Perhaps most of all there was absolutely no way he could take something so simple, so mundane, and make it as intimate as she had.

His sedation wavered, eyes fluttering open to focus on sunkissed stones miraculously dry despite a wet locale. Dirge drew in the crisp air as her teeth worked yet another knot leftover from another time, and on exhale pondered what would come from this bewitchment. Nary an impure thought came to him here; he thought on a larger, grander scale. The world had changed rapidly in just a few days and his horizons had broadened. He wondered, rather simply, what it was he was getting himself into.