Flycatcher Downs Vindhviða

neither one spoke.

so it would remain.

they were enchanted by something here. perhaps it was simply loneliness come to rear its head with the cold weather. maybe it was something beyond both of them. she was not particularly spiritual, she could not say it was divine intervention.

but maybe this shadow woman was as close as mortals could be to divinity.

nose to nose.

she dared a cheeky action in swiping out her tongue to lick the woman's chin.