Fishblight Mire Flicker

She closed her eyes and surrendered to his gentle insistence, her pulse taking up a familiar stutter she could feel in her ears, in her throat. She hoped it would always feel this way when he touched her. Elphie smiled faintly as he spoke, delighted by the way the sound of his voice called to mind the silvered image of his eyes.

Hmmm, She lingered on the thought. Somewhere quiet; not too many people. Her eyes opened and she studied Nox thoughtfully, imagining a place that might feel like he belonged to it. He was her home, after all; his peace was her peace. I think the people matter the most. They should be... kind. Peaceful. I want a soft life.

Elphie reached out to press her nose briefly to his crown. You deserve a soft life, too.