Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

"Somewhat a ... suggestion, of sorts, it was. Ze migrating,"  chords so quieted, so private. Lips sealed!; he must coax it from her. Even here, Andraste could not look without love, longing;
the heather of him turns and she is helpless in the press of her eyes against the line of broad shoulders, down to the lock of dark hips,
kiss there and bite that and mouth at and
"I was tasked with going there, once upon a day. You remember Liri?"  she wisps, amour withering from the waxen face — swiftly, swiftly! — whisking her own features aside should he choose to glimpse them.  "Though I do not remember ever voicing my wishes to her in our meet, I ... confessed to ze Stigmata that, were I in her position, I would use ze Vale to my advantage, and to ze advantage of my people. I told him that I would have guard posted along ze ... ze entirety of ze main ridge. I would like to have my sentinels moved, percisely an hour or so, from where-ever they originally set."  Halfsight bleary; shorn lips furling in the rarity of shy simper; ambition, at its most modest.  "And I should like to elict preparation in my wolves. Skirmishes in ze mists, to be held every two moons or so. Perhaps, then, three? I would rather not exert ze masses so much, you understand— invasion could surely happen upon us, and so—" and here the simper became smile; laden with luneglow delight. A lilting burble of unbidden ... laughter:  "O!— there is so much that must be found, and my people will become masterful of it, I am—"

— quivering! quivering! quivering! at intervals, in lulls, and
fairy indeed; ever-refigured by all that Mahler had molded her into thus their first making. Before; and she hushes, thin ears aflicker; argent eyes rested again to where his own sights lie with an almost timid adamance. Mondmädchen cannot look upon him, for fretful fear of how he might glean her other passion. He was, of course, the convict for all of this, really;
this inspiration; this unconcious leaning for him and the flitful stuttering between breaths; the ever-consuming urge to do away with words and take him into her arms and put her mouth on his as before—!

But Andraste had promised to remain rooted;
and so, she did as much; flushed from that fine frenzy.