Permafrost Hollows watermelon

where fear should have occupied the heart of mortal man, the dreamer's eyes only widened in surprise. he stepped back quickly, examining the threads of gold which too lifted up from her lithe body into the skies above.

her heavy accent was hard to parse, but he remembered the caribou hunter man and his wife. patience shone where shock once stood. she too was part of the great starweb, not in opposition to him despite the threat she posed to his flesh.

"you're a queen. i'm a dreamer." his deep black eyes drank her into his pupils. "i'm no threat to your kingdom."