Duskfire Glacier δ

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she returned to him, her voice more hushed. her arms wended; his smile flickered and he captured her in ravenous kisses. but when they came apart for a moment, worry crossed skorpa's face in a rictus of weakening he wished he was able to veil.

he took her throat in his arms; wound his forearms around her back; bent her beneath him until their chests held in tandem beating. he wanted her to be safe!

this and a half-dozen more things must then scorch into one manner of speaking, the language of themselves, the things about ayovi that he had been blessed to slowly memorize.

he thought of nothing more than she and him.

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