Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

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she approached with worry upon her face -- armand held his breath, for surely this was the very moment for which he had waited! but it was not to be. still -- he found himself surprised by the breadth of which she gave herself to him, embracing him upon the cold earth and trailing her tongue along the salt of his tears. the boy was tense for a long moment, but soon this ebbed away, and he felt within him a gnawing hunger for her delicate touch.
he took solace in her nearness, this woman he did not know, and perhaps never would. "i am armand. and i long for my father," he said simply, for that was what the man had been to him. maker, teacher; a hand of guidance. these things he had no longer.[/tr][/td][/table]