Qeya River cedarfall

though her posture was composed, the subtle curve of her mouth betrayed her amusement as she watched him carry on with the others. she felt his gaze find her often, and when it did, she let it linger, a silent exchange that only deepened the bond between them.

when she finally stepped closer, her movements were unhurried, deliberate, her presence commanding attention without demanding it. she brushed past him lightly, her shoulder grazing his in a way that could have been incidental but wasn’t.