Moonspear I'm gettin' tired and I need somewhere to begin

free to fade?

At the very basis of it, it seemed as if Sialuk was looking to bring untried culture to fruition—or, at least to her home. He spoke nothing more of it—instead, the man very unabashedly watched her as she worked—the fine curve of her body and the manner in which she moved. A woman who held confidence in so much—and yet he had seen the blush brush along her cheeks, had felt it heat her from time to time.

And so when she was done, he would coax her back to his embrace—whispering more to her in hopes of eliciting another blush that would fluster her, or stir a smile from her lips. These few moments were quickly becoming his favorite.