Northstar Vale girl, you knock me out

Respite; relief is found in the summons;
it is a reprieve from mulling over mideve dreams when not ensnared within the waking hours; when the infuriating quiver within thighs did not ail her. Yet! she had awoken disheveled, delirious, with fulsome feeling and lungs arid; tongue muted and chords strummed entirely of their own sanity, naming no name of
that corsair  (valiance)
the creature  (vainglory)
her cheiftan  (virtuous)
bridesmark to burn and stormcloak to singe. To wish to want to wail—
and from the lotuslake she now strides ashamed agitated! Addled, angered!
means nothing nothing not a thing no one thing
and though eventually come to drape her neck down 'round the little inkling's shoulders with nothing short of amiable greeting, the fée indeed remembers only now the druid's promise;
halfsights sought the so-aforementioned companion, voice a bit thinned, airy,  "Ze rest of your season passed without trouble, then?"