Duck Lake [m] watch the fall

The shadecaller’s choice to recline rather than depart spoke louder than his attempt to remain at bay. The shine of his grin in the dark burned into her thoughts, drawing warmth deep under River’s skin. She clawed the loamy earth, pulling a clump of grass underfoot.

I assure you the advantages were mutual, she bantered on the topic of those she had previously ensnared. She was too proud to see or hear anything but praise in his words and actions.

Her eyes followed the pine cone he idly pawed, her body beginning to ache with renewed yearning -- the need to feel that moonlit caress. The desire rose inside her with the same blurry consciousness of a dragon waking atop its treasure horde; waking only to gather more, more, more. As there was always more gold for a dragon to collect.

But even a great winged serpent felt too tame a comparison when describing the hellish fire that drove her to raze her own foundations and plant seeds in the ashes. River feel godlike; arousal was her power, men were her worshipers, and sex was her blessing. Not everyone’s worth remembering, she shrugged, a casual laugh dancing on the air. Good or bad.

Tilting her head, she let it drift toward the ground until she was lying on her side, peering at the blackwinged sentinel through the grasses. Are you someone worth remembering?