Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

intent upon his errand of fetching arlette her lavender, a ceaseless and fruitless search, lestan was pinned to the earth upon his return with wide eyes and a searching nose. infatuated with winter's wake, it was the man's face which filled his dreams and punctuated the waking.
but the mayfair was still hale in his desires, and somehow seemed to realize his status as unattached in that moment.
she had been on their borders, this pretty nymph who patterned the snow with her desire.
he trotted after the woman, eyes soft, tail low; he was no dominant who might press, only a man thoroughly ensnared beyond thought.