Duskfire Glacier [m] Tshärr

Can too much tenderness bring pain? She stares at two small marks made by his hand with eyes that melt like the running brook, and when her gaze reaches for his there is a sincerity that makes him look years younger than she knew he was. Though his ways are hard and coarse and his edges may wound her, she believes him.
“Ayovi is Skorpa’s,” the huntress smiles, true and wide, bled willingly by the flame in his eye. She wanted this, she always had. But now she wanted it with the bear-hunter.
At the end of the day all they had was this ritual of passion.
And that, she thinks, will be enough.