Blackfeather Woods [m] i must have dreamed a thousand dreams

drawn here by you.
zaahira feels a lurching in her belly, a craving long dormant that is suddenly nudged awake by the lovely, nameless face which stares back at her. the touch of a woman, the gentle caress that she has gone without for so long—!
a shuddering breath escapes her. against the will of her rational mind, she beckons the girl closer, rumbling a low, almost desperate note of want. she remains speechless, communicating only with the will of her burning gaze; come to me.