Arrow Lake And strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone

Eyes crinkled in merriment, and after a few more heartbeats of resisting him, Aurëwen gave way and released her end of the hide with as much care as she could; not that her son couldn’t handle a little tumble, but she nonetheless didn’t wish to see him go careening head over heels.

The silver nudged at him, then, and whether Drago decided to nap in his little pocket in their thicket or cozy up to her, she curled up all the same; meaning to sleep the afternoon right away with him, and with Isilmë.