Cedar Sweep jewel

"mm," eshamun purled beneath her breath, appreciating the eloquence of his voice, and the formation of his words. strangely, she found in herself a brief offense that he had checked his desires in her presence, but sent away the feeling. she reeked of milk and of infant things; she was not desirable. that would not cause her to forego his company. "tell me of yourself, flaris. i would hear you speak again," eshamun murmured, her eyes glowing with the intrigue she had for the gentleman who traveled alongside her.