Moonspear as you sleep through a winter’s dream

It was not long before Dakarai and stumbled upon her. When the druid saw him moving towards her, the druid’s heart lurched in both excitement and distress. There was a part of her that would never not love seeing him saunter to her, an excited light caught in his big, blue eyes. She yearned to be with him with every fiber of her being, knew how good it felt to give in to him, understood that their souls were forever intertwined — and knew those were all the reasons she simply couldn’t.

”Stop that.” she commanded dolefully, shimmying to the side so that they were no longer touching. It was clear to Olive that she lacked the self control needed to coexist with Dakarai; to live in Moonspear with him by her side. She could not be pleasant to him and, at the same time, resist him; so, she would have to be cold. She could not stand to face it, the fact that she continued to bring more hurt down upon her lover, so the pale woman turned her sculpted head and shut her eyes against their pain.