The Sunspire [m] sun born

for now.

and does this creek fill your every want? every need? clearly not, otherwise this rough cut gem would not have returned to stone bedding as if it belonged here instead. it would have stayed at that creekside for someone there to polish. it would have been guarded!

but freedom, so sweeter than any honeyed berries, had brought them together.

her lips became familiar with the facial scars of this warrior again, aware that she blurred boundaries between them by asking such things.