The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

Dagfinn's head swung around at the sound of her voice - as divine as the scent, in his heightened state. And the word - heat - was familiar to him, but if his mother had taught him, he did not know of it, now. Without his permission, his long legs rushed into a tireless lope, and his ice-blue landed almost at once on a woman who looked much like him, and in many, superfical ways, much like his beloved twin, Lotte. For a moment, the likeness confused him, but such thoughts were quickly pushed aside.

She was beautiful. Nothing else mattered. Water streamed down her fur and she was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds and she was beauitful.

Dag came to a stop before her, mouth opening as though to speak and quickly closing when he realized he had no words. This was strange and new to him - that no song came to him in the presence of such an inspiring woman. He would sing for her later, though, for now, she spoke of other things.

"Will you teach me?" he asked guilessly, unable to tear his eyes away from the graceful woman.