The Sunspire [m] sun born

she had no illusion of this being some kind of budding love blossoming upon rain watered mountain grass. it was something else that felt like every worship, every prayer, every song had suddenly exploded within her chest.

she could not breathe. her laughter was golden and radiant as it had once been even as she choked on the season flame of this woman.

no. something more divine than just a woman. makono would have bled a thousand horses to keep this holy one pleased.

there was comfort in being able to match her breathing and her pulse with the now settled warrior at her side. there were no gnashing teeth or even being driven off to be replaced by a man.

none could tame you, her voice a hoarse whisper. but i want to hunt you.