Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

he embraced her, then leapt to his feet, and she followed suit, pausing only to tuck the rock of tongues safely against the altar. and then was relmyna ready for their dance. she followed his steps, and shared in the feeling of levity and yes, life, that flowed strangely from cicero. this was not as she remembered him, but the evoker was not wary; her eyes came alight with a warm glow and even her ruined lips lifted in a grin.
forgotten their roles in blackfeather, their pain, relmyna soared forward to nip playfully at the air near his ear; their paws churning snow and her delight palpable — and yet she remembered keenly what it had been to be in his arms, and wished for that again suddenly.