Herbalists' Cache hoof trap

ours first, taught by the sun. he was roused for her, moved; every time he thought that his wife had reached the summit of her loyalty, she had another ascension to show him. "i wish you to know of the worth you give me. i do not have the words," he said with clear honesty.

a smile then, brushing her belly once more.

he hoped fervently that she understood all of what he did was for her. all — all that had gone on, and all that would be. they did not fight, and that mattered much to sun eater.

"go and rest," he urged softly. "tell me what you wish to eat. i will hunt it for you and have another bring it." he did fear the power now; it rejected him, and he must heed its repulse of his masculine presence.