Dragoncrest Cliffs You Silly Git

She didn’t even care that she’d been caught, bathed in sand and the shimmer of sunset light, grinning like a fool. She turned her sunny gaze toward him and smiled like a cat, satisfied with its spot of sunshine. She soaked in his words and loved the fact that her glee was that visible. She could revel in this feeling forever, she thought. 

”I am,” She confessed, in a voice she thought sounded somewhat more knowing. Did she look different, or sound different? She had to wonder. It was too early yet to even know if she was pregnant, too enthralled still to even worry about whether she’d conceived. And the ignorance was, indeed, bliss.

She hadn’t noticed the plants he’d placed on the ground before coming toward her, but she could smell a hint of it on him. ”You smell nice. You must have been gat’ering herbs, oui?”