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The flowers spread out beneath them. He gathered one and decorated her fur with it, and the kiss sent a summertime warmth through Wilwarin that only made her more certain about what she wanted. When he beckoned she draw close, that was the end of their game - or the evolution of it. He was a giant but she was unafraid; the man had been playful and gentle until this moment, and even as he fumbled to hold her, Wilwarin was only ever excited and willing.

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In the aftermath, with her scent swirling between them and the flowers cushioning their bodies, Wilwarin did not want to move. Her skin hummed with a new kind of energy. It was only after, in the melting of her legs and the dissolving of her last boundaries, that she noticed the aromatics of his coat.

He was not a man of the sea, or the mountains. He smelled of sand but not the bay. There was something warm about him that Wilwarin found deeply comforting.

She sighed, nested there in his arms.