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

She stretched beneath his combing and he followed thw curve of her nape, ever gentle. He reached further to test the waters, at first tentative to the position she put him in before settling comfortably with the newfound purchase. He understood this gesture of extended trust, but why she had chosen him to place it with was uncertain. Perhaps she was a better judge of character than he; perhaps this was some trap or test he had to pass without error.

Finding a tangle at least, he set to tousling it free. His stance shifted to give him better ground to work. Ever aware of their closeness, his focus stayed wholly there lest he pulled it—the last thing he wanted was to anger her here. It seemed not at all a feat to put him down here with a lower guard. He tugged once then twice with precision, freeing the tangle before he set to smooth it. And when such ministrations came to their end, the two slipped away.