The Sunspire [m] sun born

her mind considered akavir, arlette, arric, contemplated the boy who had wrapped his arms around her waist and the woman in front of her now, scintillating with want.

a deep, horrible pain lurched as she thought of cloud singer.

the kiss warmed her skin, but she guarded the cold jeweling of her heart forever, and for all.

she did not answer, closing her eyes beneath the warm brush of the other's mouth.

"i will go back." if only to show akavir something more about himself: that he did not know her and so spoke with unearned authority.

"you will find me again, sacsayhuamán?" it had been so long. too long, since cloud singer's bloodied face had been so thoroughly shoved from every single one of her thoughts.

not now, her eyes conveyed. stay here until this time is over.