Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

Lead him from the belly of Cuivénen she does; but it is from the amphitheater of the communal bath that she parts from, in favor of wending ever further into the arteries of the earth; brandishing her hide of springwater at anxious intervals, 'til the fée is made to await the arrival of Melkor in a pocketed gem where the crags crowded close and the waters were ever-enkindled. And then he is there, here; looming before the conquering and dark fever that had come to gloss argent halfsight;
“Thief,”  she faux chides; nearer to him, closer than she should be but still not as close as she wishes; but enough to know the the remnants of robinsegg from his silvered chest and the male incense wreathing; near enough for him to smell the female fervor that flares with the quivering ache he so instigates within her  —  the one that begs for the raw, rapturous cessation of her and him as two tethered and the giving of a new singularity.

Tonttu nears evermore into his irresistible wrath, this ruiner of her; lungs bellow deep the ambrosial redolence of him;
and it is only when her shoulders nestle into his breast (the trendiling, tattered tapestry meld to this beast's belly) that Andraste reaches with swan's neck; pinked nose scarce limning his chin.