Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

lestan was thus encouraged to step forward again, a stag growing less tentative as bars of shadow and light broke both of them into shimmering gold, paleness, blue. with some wonder at himself, the mayfair exhaled against the juncture of throat to shoulder, not daring to do more; he reveled in this small connection. "thainig mi o loch teine," lestan murmured.
keeper of more fire; he offered its burn to her now, backing the fae creature against the moss-covered trees at her back, a horned god beginning to glow with greenfire as his wanting rose.