Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

She felt endless in that moment.

As if somehow, somewhere, she had become the center of the universe. The shining objects around them but a pit of stars that had aligned perfectly for her to be...her.

Even if she had been fluent in the language of commons, she would not have been able to find the words for the feeling. It was not the same thing that anyone else had ever given her in her tumultuous years upon this planet.

So she grew greedy the longer he stayed with her. A hungry heart that sought to entrap every single thing he had to offer.

There was, of course, temptation to stay right here or even steal him away somewhere for longer. Although he smelled of others upon his blessed arrival to her, surely he wore her perfume now. A scent of sea air and the unique scent of none other than herself.

Jakoul.

Stay. A soft demand cooed to him as she pressed herself deeper into the coat that covered him well.