Hushed Willows uncloak

For some time it had felt as though Meerkat and Njord were reading different chapters in the same book. Finally, however, the man knew they were on the same page.

With a kiss, his oat-colored lady disappeared through the curtain of catkins. Njord promptly gave chase. “Ye willna hide from me, mo nighean donn!” He called out sweetly – a faux-growl hidden in the timbre of his voice.

He pursued his wife with charisma. Long, jovial strides carried him through the copse. It felt good to let the shackles of remorse fall from his wrists – even if only momentarily.

New energy invigorated him. A premonition of desire. How badly he wanted to catch her!