Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

but jorunn was there.

warm and welcoming. with those she trusted and adored came the desire to get closer and closer. melt into one another. she could not deny that she wished that here. even if only for a moment.

if rosalyn did not change her mind, jorunn sought to tuck herself against the woman's chest, head along an auburn neck. a warm sound in the back of her throat.

she had always been better at saying things without words.