Lake Rodney i will fly

despite his skill of starmapping and telling the stories of the constellations and the gods as they dance upon the midnight canvas, kharybdis, himself, is not very imaginative. more of ...he is silver tongued; sharp and wicked and smooth; though not in common. his verbal eloquence seemed only to be rooted in draconian — at least for the moment. 

she does not shy away from his seeking; and though he knows she is real he cannot help but fear she will bolt from him like a startled deer the moment he makes the wrong touch.

perhaps because it is what he expects.

to him, this is sacrilege. forbidden. though, obviously, necessary for the creation of stronger women intimacy was a whole ritual, a systematic pairing. not something one did in the secreted shadows of the treeline ...and while some may not perhaps categorize the tentative kisses he peppers along the start of her ribcage as intimacy, to him, it was.