Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

The world fell away beneath her. Compelled to close the last inches of space between them, the inky fur of her chest grazed his of soft cream on contact. Her aroma was of pines, dew and fresh lavender. A combination of earthy elements. Once, she would have smelled of granite and sea salt, but those times were long passed.

At last, she would hear his voice. Learn of his name. The very sound made her heart skip. So full of such youthful, masculine charm! But oh, he was such a gentleman too! Julian. His name would be seared into her mind, deep in her memories. She would not allow herself to forget this night. Nor his face, his voice or his scent.

Freely, she breathed a reply. "Elentari." Would he know the meaning of such a name? It did not matter now. She was far too content just to be. Held close, groomed with the gentleness of his touch. She sighed appreciatively, leaning the line of her neck against his own. Grazed softly at his nape, teeth just out of reach of his skin. "Tell me me this isn't a dream... Tell me you are real..."

How had she fallen so far, so quickly?