Northstar Vale breathe in your fiery air

she leant into his touch gratefully, warmth flooding her limbs. and yet mona was woefully unprepared for what it was nathaniel said in the next moment. her breath caught; she peered at him with a surprised gaze. "no!" the word emerged more stridently than she had intended; the druid-child shook her muzzle. "no," she repeated in a gentler tone. "i regret nothing." and her eyes searched the sea-tides of his own, begging that he see the fierce truth of her answer.