Larksong Grotto fè dram

val had never sat in a tidepool, but he imagined this is what it must feel like -- to have a wave wash over your body and pull with it every last ebbing worry and anxiety. that mireille was gravid did not stop him, for he loved every part of her body from the bloom of her flanks down to the cinnamon tufts of her golden fly-aways.

to val it somehow meant more now. she was not blinded by her season, she was not given over to sheer instinct -- every nerve of his rejoiced with this slow realization.

her hips pressed against him and val felt a burgeoning sense of pride and adoration both. before this moment, he'd worried for his place in sapphique and what mireille must think of him.

val pulled mireille close with his own soft growl, nibbling along the back of her ear. before, he'd been driven by a sense of urgency and intense want -- now he basked in the moment, wanting to show mireille he had not been drawn to her for her season alone.