Porcupine Ridge ◊◊;

lids fell almost as soon as elk charm curled there in the dirt. she wanted to sleep, but the continued presence of geirmundr kept her awareness crowded, honed. 
at last she feigned, but watched him from the corner of one eye, shyly fascinated by the even, consistent movements of his powerful frame. she was not certain she had seen a sharadoii man built in such a way; they were long-limbed valley hunters, while geirmundr wore the look of these mountains.
when he wet his shoulders, she reddened, and when water began to sluice along the defined muscles of his back, elk charm studiously rolled over, yawned, and sent herself into fitful, righteous sleep.
she would not consider her dreams, or what images they had contained.