Noctisardor Bypass reshwe

rain pattered in dozens of concentric circles upon the face of the lagoon. it was open here, too open for the intent stalk of the hunter who came toward her. and yet heda did not move, the tripwire of her pulse sending the same traitorous singes of heat into her bloodstream.
heda would have liked to be poised when anselm at last stood close, but she trembled as she held the darkened gold of his eyes and waited for him to decide.
but why should she wait?
did they feel entitled to one another simply because of the densite in dawnleaf? but her thoughts were blurring, melting, and finally in answer to every impulse, she rose. she might have grabbed his hand were it possible, drew him along; instead heda stepped back into the deep shadows of the thick forest which ringed the lagoon, shadows turning her own eyes into coinage spilled on a nightlit trail.
she did not take them from him, knowing now he was close enough to hear the thud of her heart.