The Sunspire [m] sun born

the one who could not be tamed was chained by something. she would not pretend she did not understand. so she kissed again and again, only a low hum in her throat for the moment.

i told you i would hunt you.

did she not feel that tether them? that when makono spoke it she meant it?

the greatest hunts are not one night. they may be weeks or months of tracking only. then begins the true hunt.

her voice was whispers over scarskin, promises and prayers. binding magic meant to tie them in a way that meant makono may be successful in seeing this one again.

but now was not time to part yet, they both knew this in the long look they shared.