Herbalists' Cache prayer of the stars

you are warm, came star-woman's gentle song. hawk's heart seized and throbbed; feeling two sizes too big for her ribcage to hold. heart of steel and ice melting beneath her molten touch and words. 

it is dangerous, as it is enchanting. hawk has never been a woman to fall so easily for temptation...

but star-woman is more than that. so much more, in a way that frightens the woman who pledges she cannot be. 

"and you, my lady," the moniker felt right. "are too kind to me." came her rasp, voice thicker than before. heavier. eyes of burning amber lit with warmth she shouldn't feel. 

black hawk couldn't remember the last time a woman had made her feel this way. it is a feeling she is greedy to keep, less it swallow her whole and chew her up. star-woman could spit her out and even then, she would still follow.

fade!