Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

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No words met her, no, only a throated sound that seemed to graze itself faint and shivering over the curve of her spine. She pressed closer, feeling it dance along her ribs now; up and up and swelling into her sternum and filling her throat.

A siren's song, with his as the first note. Quietly Alara sang for him in the nameless language of Sea-Snakes; of river-witches and saltblood mystics, of moon-watchers and wave-dancers, of the ancient rolling motion of the sea always weaving this story anew.

And she too hoped that he would understand.