Overture Downs seekers wish

It was a revelation to hear Suliya speak to him with such dominion, her words intoxicating to the wolf incentivized by power and desire. She was priestess, worshipful eyes shadowed by the brim of her cornette, and huntress with longbow drawn. Now another layer revealed itself, the glimmer of a queensveil: devout and commanding, wise yet unpretentious.

It became clear to him then that she was not meant to merely be a reindeer-chaser for the rest of her days. 

This snow will melt long before it takes my strength, Winter’s Wake drawled. But this wildflame of hers, combined with Wake’s own firespirit, would make for a dangerous inferno. A blaze he’d thoroughly embrace with the feverish rapture of a pyromaniac.

The priestess pressed against him with more force, rousing his excitement until he was certain this exact experience of her lampshaded assertiveness would live forever in the memory of his flesh. I was not aware you thought of me as such, my lady, he confessed, grinning. I should tell you then that I am only fearsome when I must be.

At her inciting eyes, he made a sudden, forceful move to reverse their positions. Panting as he was, there was no shortage of strength to him, and he felt aflame to now lay atop her, to feel the svelte firmness of her sculpted body beneath him.

I have no reindeer heart, I fear, he laughed. But I shall have an eternity to catch my breath as I chase you.