Luneshale Pass Desafinado

He rose and closed the gap between them, prolonging the graze of his nose against her’s, that he might take her fragrance for his own, raw and wild. He took his lips to the angle of her cheek.

The servant returned, passing an arm for the prince to pinch the shaft of the quill between thumb and foreclaw, divinely translucent in the paleness of night.

“Such a striking pattern and color. See this is delivered to your Erpa-ha. I believe he would like to look upon it.”

Into Legend’s slender palm he places the owl feather. Then he repossessed his bed of shale and the meat awaiting his teeth.