Greatwater Lake i'll turn your sea to a desert

she would run from him when he got close, but it was not forever. it was another game. each pause lasted longer than the last, each goading glare a little softer. if she snapped at him it was not to harm but to entice, and to release a tension she felt as her impatience grew.

together they would leave the darkwood for the lakeside, and in the space between she would make him work for her; rewarding him only when he had caught her in earnest.

zharille was strong and she knew she could handle him. there was much desire within her, and power in him, which made them an even match.

( cue interlude. . . )