Larksong Grotto fè dram

mireille stirred a stark awe in val. while she thought of her father, of men, and their role in sapphique, val only thought of her and how not once, but twice now, their bodies had collided. it woke in him a sense of belonging he had not known he was missing.

along the grotto mireille’s voice sang; it ushered him and he moved to it. when they were done he preened along her neck affectionately, only wishing then that this hour could be his forever to hold.