Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

How little she knew of this; in all her trysts there had been an end goal, a great desire to be overwhelmed and to bring life. In this instance, with this person, it was all different. More grounded, more about the feelings evoked and sensations shared.

A single touch set her skin aflame. A look came; an invitation, drawing Ibis through the spectacle of moon-touched forest and in to the darkness, but she would not be alone there. So often it was Ibis doing the leading.. this time, she was glad to follow.