Kildeer Rest vòlkan [m]

They were but passing ships in the night.

Tomorrow, who knew where they would be. Akhtar in his gilded halls, the woman in red back on the hunt or ascended back into the ethereal plane. Who knew what would become of them the moment their eyes left each other.

But then was not now. Akhtar was here now, in this moment, enraptured.

He mouthed along her shoulder blades, ruffling the fur then immediately smoothing it back into place in deference. His eyes found her own, sea glass green against his earthen brown, and he tried for an expression beyond helpless acolyte. Something he did not achieve, but it didn’t bother him all too much.