Nova Peak yon peche [m]

he knew this scent instantly. it compelled him and sickened him -- lured him and chastised him away.

it was a sense of conflicted possession that sent his feet marching. he knew in his heart no woman of sapphique was his to claim, for they were shaped in the manner of the sea. no amount of holding would stall the shift of tides or the advancement of waves -- he knew this.

for a time he kept his distance as mireille stopped between the hardened shadow of a mountain. when at last he could withstand the strumming of his heart no longer, val approached.