The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

in a whirl of snowy fur and fear she did pull away from him, and lasher was left bereft with the sudden emptiness of his arms. had he known the thoughts of her mind, he would have been hurt indeed, wounded. a traditional monogamous mate was something that the druid would never be, and he was approaching his twilit years, yes, but love and children were things, wondrous things, with which he could provide aria. however, he knew not these thoughts, only that she feared, and had gathered himself away from him.

perhaps the growing level of the heat between them had frightened the girl; it was no matter. taltos stepped a respectful distance away, smiling at the sylph to tell her that she need not fear him, nor apologize for her drawing aside. the fault was his. "i am sorry. i should have ... not," the man murmured, turning himself away from her. the tightening of his body was relaxed; a brief guilt now flooded his form and he silently chastised himself for using his influence to charm aria. it had been a wicked thing to do.