Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

likewise, lasher was smitten by luke; the pallid creature could have well wended the ecru man about his paw, had he wished. the blue-marked creature spoke in tones of poetry, and lasher smiled willingly at the beauty of it all, of them. beneath the intermingled fragrance of them both there lay the realization that luke called no pack home as of yet. lasher restrained himself from asking after such a thing, but he hoped lowly that the pale man would join him eventually at the plateau.

"oh?" he murmured, pleasantly surprised. "i am twofold happy that the experience was pleasurable for you," the earthen servant murmured, reaching out to touch his lips to the tip of the other's ear. the calling of tasks rose in his blood; he must soon return home.

"when might i see you again, luke?" lasher asked softly, searching the other's handsome face with his eyes.