The Sunspire [m] sun born

their searchings were unhurried here, and perhaps there was a tree or two lit afire that night. but there was no wildfire that might concern the two more than that which was encouraged over and again between them. petrichor and the taste of the wild world, rainwater and the tangle of her companion's nape.

sounds to savor, to eke in more volume from the poured-cream column of that throat strangely delicate despite the bearing of a seasoned warrior. her mouth explored the scars, those seen, those unseen, parting the pale-gold fur to breathe upon the pinked skin beneath.

there was everywhere. there was nowhere. the earth was fallen away, the heavens swallowing them in another slow whirl of stormy stars.