Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

mahler attended the glittering of her beautiful monologue. a fairy-queen for the armed and delicate troops she would lead here in the gem of these mountains.
she too was such, a bantling of gossamer and smoke. heir to the weald, to the ring of soft pastel hues she had somehow flung round him. their coaxing has been warm, provocative — he had attended them with a sense of the profane.
she a deified creature, he in worship of her sanctified aura; obsessive she had made him, yielding yielding until he was entrapped.
and it was a gentle thing, something that that had thawed him immeasurably until she was perhaps the only creature with which he could lie with mask removed and the stone of him in relief.
”a fae queen for her vood elves,” mahler intoned, dipping his muzzle toward her admiringly. she had brought to life so fanciful a nature in him he felt rather boyish. "i do recall liri, and i vould velcome your sentinels."
they were alone now, he supposed; if allowed, the general sought the feathering along her porcelain cheek, lips moving across the scars beneath her eye a tremulous moment.