Duskfire Glacier marrok

if you aren't thirsty, what are you doing? lousine asked quizzically. just admiring your own reflection? i would be too, if i were you.

she pressed in close, leaning her head against the broad expanse of his shoulder. she looked down at his forelimb, reaching out with a paw to run her nails over the scars that spread up and down his leg. she wondered how they got there. what their stories were.

she wondered if he would ever tell her. but she wouldn't ask, not today.

i put it in a corner, so it's not in the way, she grew bashful, suddenly. her cheeks warmed in spite of the bitter chill. i hope you like it. even if you don't believe.