Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

warm, flushed. she dared to edge a bit closer.

sometimes...sometimes i worry that i wish to see too much. she laughed, soft and tired. perhaps we will see these things together? side by side. she hummed her words warmly, sought to take that jealousy and twist it kindly into hope, into the future.

was it cruel? was it kind?

it did not matter in the pale moonlight with the sea their only other soul.