Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

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erzulie lay spent and content in the circle of rosalyn's embrace. some tiny part of her was afraid to speak, to shatter the dome of comfortable silence that wrapped around their bodies for now.
and so for a time the obsidian said nothing, only eventually turned and moved until her muzzle was tucked close to that of her wife.
and she only looked deep into the scarred face which she had long loved, long adored; rosalyn touched her heartstrings with a thousand songs and her throat tensed then with a sudden and welcome emotion.