Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Even if he did not feel the same affection for her, Elentari could not help how she felt towards him. Especially given his answer to her weighted question.

The corners of her mouth curved up in a slow, small smile. "Of course I would. And even if nothing more grows between us, then you will always be a part of our lives. You are a good man, Alaric." Her admiration, trust and respect for him couldn't have been more clear.

There was just one other little thing. It crept into her thoughts, in knowing that this year, they would share only a physical relationship. "When my time comes, I am not sure what my desires will be. Last year, I restrained myself so as to stay true to Argent." The silvered man was no longer around. Elentari was not tied down, this time. But out of respect for Alaric, she spoke. Wanting his feelings on exclusivity, or lack thereof. "Others may draw me during my season." 

A question held in her eye. This year the freedom that Sialuk enjoyed was tempting. At least the prospect of it. But she still held Alaric in favor. Tentative, yet unware she was held in the arms of a man who offered his body so freely as well. 

She was just a little insecure. Because to her Alaric's opinion mattered.