Lion Head Mesa the [m]arble hall

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A whimsical kiss across her wrist sealed the gentle air. It was thin. Soft to breathe, and easy to a point that she felt tipped over by the lightest touch. His chest spoke birdsong; she listened.

For a dark road pathing itself, there formed light above their heads, and in hers, she felt a spring mornings sun. Her head was spinning as it also stilled. His chamber was nice. His voice was nectar in the air, to which she looked to when he spoke with wafchful eyes. A soft smile sat on her lips. Those big eyes of hers lit right up in the subtlest of openings. He offered to teach. He told of favor. Then she showed infatuation, and undeniable willingness.

"I will learn."

She stayed with him until she couldn't any longer. If it meant for minutes longer, or hours, or until the next shift of day started, it would be at his call that she slipped away.