Qeya River longing sun

his arrival was like lightning, and his voice was thunder. she moved quick, forgetting veksar at her side, to behind where he husband stood. it was what he needed— a man of possession, quick to anger. entirely territorial, a facet she had grown to love.
it was his crushing lanzadoii that had her respond, blackfell found him, she urged. i was by the stream collecting winterberries. it was clear that she did not know him, however the lie spun upon her tongue.
ghelan's rolling body against the stream had set the chieftain up for rolling trundles of anger, quick to burst at any moment. it had star eater edged, too, but she didn't know how he felt for her growing affections for the boy. she had made it a mission to get more herbs to quell such events— but the nature of winter had left the qeya sparse.
she lowered her head toward her husband— finding herself at once afraid to touch him when his body radiated with such heat, but she doubted his stare would catch to her. i only wished he spoke to you. these are your lands, husband. she reminded him, which she thought, would temper him for the time being.
do what you must, but i am afraid i cannot keep eyes on ghelan for much longer. a glance to her belly, the urgency to become more recluse to the qeya stronger than ever.