Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

he spoke and while it did not make her like him less, it brought with it a quiver of warmth through her. she was reminded that he was real. so real. his flesh here within her reach, his scent now pressed firmly into her.

she blinked at his first question. she was not sure she had even registered what exactly was being said. here? in his arms? unexpectedly content and comforted by it so wholly?

very quickly things were fleeing from her control. not by any kind of force or lack of control — well, perhaps it was her own lack of control. his question was so much larger than anything anyone had ever asked of her. her home forever? moonglow had stood before her birth and it had stood in her absence until a return. she wondered if moon villages might outlive them all.

are you asking for me?

she needed to know and maybe the why did not matter as much as it should have.

it should have alarmed her, but she found some guilty pleasure in being unraveled.