Neverwinter Forest against warmth embrace

miriam's scent was of lilac and milk; feminine, fitting of her nature. and asmoses smelled similar, though he could be differentiated by the softer, more subtle rhythm of his heartbeat. liliana rested against his side and breathed herself awake, leaving the dreamscape with a wide-mouthed yawn. 

she crawled slowly upward, onto amma's side, and began to drink. what more was there to do? liliana could not wish for anything but what she had, and was quite content with its bounty.