Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

For but only a second, her heart stopped when her name was on his lips. Dark ears cupped forward intently, her toes curling with more pressure against his shoulders. Then he asked her. What do you want? Lunar eyes grew wider ever so slightly, perhaps in shock. Perhaps in realization. Or perhaps in hope, if she so dared. She had grown quiet. Too quiet. Slowly, as if under the control of someone else's pull, she drew back to remove her weight from him, sitting frozen.

For many it would have been such an easy question, with a simple, straightforward answer. And for her, it normally would be just that. But not this time. Not now, in this moment. There were many things Tzila desired, or at least had, in the past. Power. Respect. Reputation. Allies. Even a family. With downcast eyes, she searched her innermost feelings. Dug in deep in her heart, trying to find what called to her the most. It didn't take long. But accepting it, admitting it, as was evident by her almost pained expression, was where the real struggle lay. She knew without a doubt, what she yearned for. Even if her heart and mind were at odds with one another.

Unable and too afraid to say it in black and white, she settled for a more subtle but no less direct answer. Peeling her eyes up off the ground, they latched onto his glacial one's. "To be wanted. To be needed." She managed softly. For the first time in her life, her voice threatened to break.