Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

her arms tightened around his waist.

tamar told herself it was only to brace, to keep herself upright against arsenio.

the world whirled; she scarcely had time for a gasp before she was looking down into the twinned iceblue of his radiant eyes.

there was no breath. there were no words. she was caught. held. her breath shivered and her body tensed along the long warmth of him, but not with fear.

anticipation.

tamar snatched herself away, whirling to face the red earth. "i must return." her voice was a pant. her heart galloped as an ibex. 

she raced back to the mesa, not daring to look at arsenio again.