Northstar Vale sunsweet

it felt like defiance.

her body came awake in a fervor. tamar moved off into the snow to quell herself but she knew it was no illness, no fever. as if in opposition that akashingo should find them, and despite the stresses of the past several weeks, tamar found the bowl of her hips aflash with want for @Arsenio.

and so she sought her husband in the grove of saffron where she had borne their children, in a small clearing that glistened beneath the early dawn, tucked into the red maples.

a place of safety. she breathed it in, all of it, before she sang for him and for the protection of epoch, a call both sweet and resonant.