Hideaway Strath maybe my hearing ain’t 20/20 no more

Lotte’s call for him is as smooth as velvet and as Ceannasach has never been one to deny his wife his course alters and his steps see him further from his patrols — eagerly put on hold to attend to her — and towards where Lotte’s summons had risen from. “Lotte,” Her names leaves his lips like a smoky caress as she comes into his view, his fiery twin sun gaze taking her in. She is a vision, he thinks in blissful ignorance. Ceannasach is yet unaware that Hemlock has broached the subject with his wife and that he is about to feel the burn of her volcanic ire as it rains down upon him like a holy, apocalyptic storm. Lingering in those last, fragile moments of ignorance, however, he strides towards her with a loving smile tugging at the edges of his lips and a glint to his burning irises that readily promise at wicked things.